"Off you go, then." Q doesn't wave as Bond leaves, distracted once again by a flurry of research. He doesn't have anything on Liane Decoteau, because he doesn't keep tabs that close on their operatives.

He doesn't go home that night. He does leave the office, if only to follow some tracks and talk to informants. Whenever Bond returns the next day, Q is still there, in the same clothes and looking only slightly more mussed than usual. As soon as he sees him, Q gets up from his desk with a file of collected information on Decoteau's last known movements, and a separate sheaf of people who might be behind this.

"This is tentative," he says of the latter. "But this—you can start looking into this one." Q slaps the first file into Bond's hand.