Jack swallows the final mouthful of his hearty meal. He's still a bit battered and bruised, but those open wounds are so healed that you don't even know.

God, it feels so much better already.

Of course, his spirits aren't allowed to be raised for long, as his eyes go to the puddle of ADAM. Or... to what used to be the puddle of ADAM. It's been stepped in, run through, splashed about, trodden into shoes and into the cracks of the stone. The stain's still visible but there's no way he's getting any more of it up.

Instead of answering Sinclair, he swears under his breath.