[Bond is in the pub, a tumbler in his hand (and no bottle in sight even, this is a semi-healthy indulgence okay) and a fairly clear expression on his face. He takes a sip, licks his lips and smiles a little wryly as he finally settles his attention on the camera.]
Alec's gone.
[He doesn't sound remotely broken up about this. Sorry, Alec.]
That - on top of surviving - seems deserving of a party. I'll open the door for whoever's interested. I might even break out the good food.
[He lifts his glass in a little toast, and downs that's left in one go as he kills the feed.]
[Private to Elena]
Stop by.
[Is he gonna say why? Nope.]