[She opens her mouth to retort, but it dies before the sound can even reach her tongue. He's right and she knows it. She knows how to handle a gun, she's fired at people before, of course, but she's never killed a man. Never fired a fatal shot.

But for fuck's sake, he's in London already? That little quip (demand) has her rolling her eyes and switching her phone to order plane tickets for the next available flight.]

Fine, yes alright. But if you were back in London yourself, why didn't you say so? [...] Unless you're not there either.

Where are you, Bond?