Sinclair pauses, that nagging suspicion flaring up again. But it's impossible to explain, he really doesn't know how to describe it at all. Conscience is one thing, but gut instinct is another, even if they come from the same place. Something here is...off.

"I can't say I've got the best selection," he tells Jack after just a split second of not being quite sure how to react. "but you're welcome to anything. There's a few things stashed away in that cabinet." He gestures to one on the opposite side of the room.