"That sounds good," says Jack, with feeling. He remembers cooking things back in the world, but as far as doing it for real goes, he may well have done little more than use Incinerate on some coffee that'd gone cold. Anything Sinclair can whip up is sure to beat that.

The rusting corridors of Emergency Access are still open. Jack thinks he still has the key somewhere, but searching for it won't be necessary. He leads them through the twisting tunnels, dispatching splicers with the air of someone who's done for the day and can't wait to clock out and go home.

It's not long before they see a bathy station, sign glowing invitingly.