"Good," says Jack quietly. He can drag Sinclair around a few feet at a time, but piggybacking him clean out of Rapture might not be as easy. And they have that deal thing, assuming Sinclair's not another backstabbing con-man.

Speaking of piggybacking. He gets a better grip under the man's shoulders and knees and hup's-a-daisy

carefully sets him on his feet, keeping a hand at Sinclair's back in case he's about to keel over again. It reminds him, in a strange way, of carrying the little sister in the Proving Grounds -- she'd try to climb on him, trusting his disguise, and he'd have to carry her short distances, gentler than a squirming fighting captured sister. Warmer and softer than a gun.

It was, to say the least, a confusing experience.