Sinclair lets his head fall back against the wall once Jack is in the door, pushing a little harder on his wound for pressure and wincing. There are definite reasons he usually works alone, if only for the sake of routine. Sure, on the one hand if Jack had not been there, Sinclair would probably be dead. But if Jack hadn't been there, Sinclair wouldn't have taken this route, none of this would have even happened at all.

He's halfway through a tired sigh when he hears Jack cry out. Reflexively he bolts upright, and it pulls his leg the wrong way but he's able to mostly ignore it.

"Kid!" he calls through the door frame, once the turrets have quieted. "You alright?"