The door rumbles shut behind them, blocking out the distant noise of the splicers. The turrets flank it reassuringly. Jack allows himself to relax very slightly, and shifts to get a better grip on Sinclair.

Try not to scream like a debutante while you get juggled around, Mister Sinclair. ♥

An archway to the right leads up into what looks like a bedroom, so Jack heads through an inside door, then through another until he finds an ornate bathroom. It's clean, and there isn't even stuff lying all around, which is almost a culture shock after the rest of the apartments Jack's raided.

He glances around, then settles Sinclair in what he assumes is the most comfortable place:

The tub.