...It'll do.

Sinclair stretches out his legs a bit and flinches, shifting to a more comfortable position only to find that there really isn't one.

"Behind the mirror there, opens up like a door and you'll see what I'm talking about." He's gesturing blindly, not really paying attention to what Jack is doing. There's a lot more blood than he expected, and it doesn't appear to be slowing down at all. It's definitely been a while since the last time he lost this much blood.