"Yes." He quips. "Well." His hands fold behind his back. "I'd hate for a splicer to come and sour your day."

And he steps out into the open. He's not afraid Jack will hurt him. For now he's proven himself... well... if not an ally, at least the boy knows he won't knife him in the back.

"I don't suppose you found your doctor?" He asks, pacing and stroking his neck scar.