Sinclair nods, dropping his hand but still watching Jack's face. He can tell he was listening, but it doesn't look like he feels any better about anything. He supposes he can't really blame him, it's one of those things that takes time. He's got to realize it for himself, he can't just be told.

"If I could figure out where exactly we are, I could take us back to Olympus heights," he says. He's familiar with most areas of Rapture, but he just can't seem to place himself here.