Shooting range, why is Sinclair not surprised. It's almost like Jack was born for serving up headshots to rabid splicers.

"My granddaddy gave me my first shotgun when I was about twelve years old, tried to teach me how to shoot but I was never much good at it. Aim was always just a fraction to the right, couldn't ever seem to make up for it," he says, squinting one eye shut and holding his arm out to try and illustrate the scenario. "Who gave you your first gun?"

He's interested. Really. Jack's life story is fascinating, he's sure.