Sinclair laughs again at that. She's definitely not wrong.
He looks her over for another moment before getting up and taking his glass with him for a refill. He should offer her one, but she's still got a little left. If she wants another, she's perfectly welcome to ask.
Meanwhile, this conversation isn't going anywhere very quickly. But judging by the way her secrecy aligns with Jack's, whatever they're not talking about must be something pretty huge. Something that big doesn't stay a secret for very long in Rapture. One way or another, he'll find out. Fortunately, he's a patient man.
He sits back down and takes a sip, letting the silence linger. If he swallows it quickly enough, he can almost imagine it tastes like real whiskey. He's not going to miss this shit.
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He looks her over for another moment before getting up and taking his glass with him for a refill. He should offer her one, but she's still got a little left. If she wants another, she's perfectly welcome to ask.
Meanwhile, this conversation isn't going anywhere very quickly. But judging by the way her secrecy aligns with Jack's, whatever they're not talking about must be something pretty huge. Something that big doesn't stay a secret for very long in Rapture. One way or another, he'll find out. Fortunately, he's a patient man.
He sits back down and takes a sip, letting the silence linger. If he swallows it quickly enough, he can almost imagine it tastes like real whiskey. He's not going to miss this shit.