Ah yes, the unmistakeable noise of approaching splicers. Looks like Sinclair's gonna have to double his hobbling speed.

He reaches for the door frame, hooking his fingers in it to try and swing himself around in one movement. And it works...in that it gets him inside the door frame. But his balance is off, he can't stay standing, and rather than fall over entirely, he lets himself slide down onto the carpet.

This isn't working. And that splicer commotion is only getting louder. Sinclair looks at Jack. The options here have become very few. That's the only reason he's even considering this.

"...Kid," he says. And leaves it at that.