Hey don't just assume he'd give you one of those, the corpse cakes are worth their weight in gold.

Jack heads out of the door behind Sinclair, and with an eye out for danger -- he hasn't forgotten the already-open door and ruined waiting room -- he heads for the wall. It's... blank. Really no sign of a door here, no matter what the blueprints might say. But maybe it's like when he scavenges with that tonic from the leadhead splicers. Maybe he just needs to look again, and he'll spot something he missed the first time round.

He bites his lip, then raps with his knuckles on the wall.

The sound is hollow -- not rock, not water, but an empty space beyond.