Jack pours a little of the whiskey very carefully into his glass. He doesn't drink it yet, though; his EVE level's reasonable and he's not got any injuries worth speaking of.

"I don't know," he admits. He's still not sure what Sinclair's after, especially now it turns out he worked with Andrew Ryan, but beyond staying alert he doesn't know what he can do about that.

"If I can't find a submarine that works, I'll try to hack a bathysphere."

Wow, that was a lot of syllables all at once. His fake-memory momma would be proud.