Sinclair shrugs and reaches to pour himself another glass. "I suppose technically that's one of them, but that wasn't what I had in mind. Rapture's a damn mess, I'm sure you've noticed, and I reckon we're on our last leg down here. I'm not too keen on staying any longer than I have to." He stops to take an intentionally timed sip, waiting to see if Jack is starting to catch on.