Jack has too much dirt in his ears to hear the bath scream.
He sits opposite Sinclair, and fiddles with his hands, suddenly antsy now that he has some waiting to do. Checks and reloads his gun, half just for something to do. Inactivity doesn't come naturally to Jack and it's twice as bad when there are thoughts he's trying to avoid.
"Does the water work in your house?"
Most all the working taps he's found poured water so thick and brown it'd just make him dirtier. He actually ended up washing off the worst of the Big Daddy scent in seawater*. But, you know. It's worth asking.
*maybe with hindsight he should've tried the ones in Fontaine's place before smashing them to pieces.
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He sits opposite Sinclair, and fiddles with his hands, suddenly antsy now that he has some waiting to do. Checks and reloads his gun, half just for something to do. Inactivity doesn't come naturally to Jack and it's twice as bad when there are thoughts he's trying to avoid.
"Does the water work in your house?"
Most all the working taps he's found poured water so thick and brown it'd just make him dirtier. He actually ended up washing off the worst of the Big Daddy scent in seawater*. But, you know. It's worth asking.
*maybe with hindsight he should've tried the ones in Fontaine's place before smashing them to pieces.