Money gets you everywhere in this place, son.

Sinclair nods, not really understanding why Jack is quite as surprised as he is.

"I'll try and track down a change of clothes for you, if you want," he adds. "Although I'm not sure what I'll have that'll fit." He's sure anything will be better than that sweater that looks like it's been to hell and back. Which, in a way it has. And it smells that way too.