"I'll check if he is." He'll have to track the last one down, though this time not to sleep with her-- which is too bad, because it's how he usually deals with stress he's trying to deny. But he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he intentionally put someone in danger, just in case this is a pattern. And James does, actually, manage to live with himself as he is presently. He has lines he doesn't cross.

"Rest," he repeats in a mutter. Definitely the morgue, ta, Q. "Of course. Thank you, Q. I'll be in tomorrow." You'll have information by then, won't you? Because Bond is already feeling itchy to put a bullet in the brain of whoever did this. Very itchy.

He's going to remotely surveil his last 'date' for a few hours, then go home, pull out his bottle of scotch, and drink himself to sleep in his unfurnished apartment. Not that this is something Bond shares with anyone else. His PTSD is his own problem.