And with that, any trace of annoyance leaves Sinclair's expression. It becomes more of a sympathetic smile, and he thinks he's figured out at least part of what's going on here. He reaches up to squeeze Jack's shoulder, giving him a sincere look although he's not really sure what to say.

He decides on, "Let's get back to Olympus, chief. This place gives me the creeps."

After all, they need a chance to regroup if they're going to escape. Which they will. Both of them.