Jack sounds almost offended; his humor's obviously growing shorter. Not a good sign, but Sinclair's always been pretty good at tempering a disagreeable demeanor. As long as Jack keeps away from any sort of violent reactions, they're in the clear.

So Sinclair follows Jack out of the trophy room, down the hall and through a couple bulkheads before he recognizes where he is again. At the end of a short corridor lies the control center of Rapture. It's looking a little neglected, which is something Sinclair might worry about if he didn't have plans to be out of here in the next day or so. Somebody else can figure out how to make sure this city keeps running. Or not. Once he's out of here, the whole population can drown for all he cares. In fact, he hopes the whole population drowns. The tiny fraction that doesn't deserve to die will then at least be put out of their misery.

But it's darker here than he's used to, even in Persephone. Maybe it's because they're deeper down, or maybe it's the red cast on the room from the volcano.

He's got a good feeling about this place. They're close.

"We can skim this place first and then head up to the office, if you want."