There is nothing on this green planet that could stop Jack from eating something he finds on a dead body.

Literally nothing.

And it's like he's got a radar for it to. Sinclair almost asks how he does that, sniff out the snacks on his victims, but thinks better of it. Maybe next time he'll remember to bring food with them, if it'll keep Jack from eating...corpse food.

Wow. Gross.

He's gonna pretend it doesn't completely disgust him. They've got work to do, and he'd rather focus on that.

"Where next?" he asks, grateful that the cake disappears as quickly as it does.