Sinclair laughs and shakes his head.

"Does he say much about anything? No, I think he's just wishing it would all go away right about now. But he said enough."

He takes a long drag, staring at a spot on the wall somewhere behind Tenenbaum.

"Kid's in a lot of pain over the whole thing. Should've seen his face when he was talking about it, what little he said."

A pause, Sinclair crushes his cigarette in the ashtray and straightens up a little.

"He'll do better topside, we just have to get him there."