[Honestly she would be beyond surprised to not find a branding of M somewhere on his person, though let's be honest, she did have a fairly thorough look just some few hours ago. At least for her. He's about as owned by her as the shadows own MI6. Granted, his ownership and majority of obedience tends to stop with her, but that's another thing entirely.]

Yes, you've said. [Like she's talking to a particularly curious three year old.] Space. I'm very impressed, James, really. What region? Still in our solar system I would hope?

[And then she bothers to look up from whatever she was doing- writing, it seemed, and glance towards his camera. This seems to give her pause, confusion pinching at her brow.]

.. You can't possibly be there. NASA is-- [She's stuttering her words, clearly at a loss for um. Much of anything.]