Sinclair shrugs casually, leaning back in his chair and taking a sip.

"I wouldn't say I trust him exactly, but I don't reckon he has anything to gain from stabbing me in the back. I'm his ticket out of this dump, he knows that."

That's part of it anyway. The rest of it was gut instinct. He's not usually wrong about people when he meets them. First impression is everything, and Sinclair's met some really crooked people in his time. Jack just didn't fall in with them.