Sinclair shakes his head, continues shaking it as he thinks about what he's going to say. There's no way she can know that for sure, she's not a mechanic, she's just...a highly trained and extremely intelligent doctor...who has been working with Rapture technology since she got here...but that doesn't mean she knows for sure. She can't know for sure.

Even if she's right, it's not the end of the line. They can fix it. Jack can fix it. It can be fixed, it's not anything to worry about. Not right now anyway. He takes a drag, a good long drag, on his cigarette before grinding it out in the ash tray.

"Well," he says, sitting back in his chair. Relaxed. He's totally relaxed. "That's a problem we can face in the morning, I'm sure the kid can work out what's wrong with the damn thing."