Oh boy. Jack clicks the safety off his own pistol, staring around into the gloom for the source of any voice that's too close.

"I don't know if you can fight," he admits, standing close to Sinclair so that they can talk without raising their voices.

Because it's going to come to a fight between here and the safe house, if the last couple of days he's spent in Rapture are any indication. He can't walk five steps down here without something gibbering and throwing a bomb at him.