And she looks away from Jack again, to Sinclair, quite decisively.

"Pretend I am returning the compliment."

She turns on her heel and sets off at a trot, perhaps a shade faster than she usually would -- she's very aware of the men and their weapons at her back. Particularly Jack's. The man is a weapon, and as she leaves, her stomach feels heavy at the thought of that weapon finding its way to the surface.