He'd ask why Sinclair can't use it, but you know, that part about the turrets seems more important right now. He nods and cycles through plasmids, and sparks of blue lightning crackle away into the air as they're replaced by frost and icicles.

"Are they behind the door?" he asks, looking at Sinclair sideways. Uhh you can get up now dude, it's cool like no rush, but probably actually yes rush.