He arrives in the morning, late enough not to be indecent but early enough to suggest he hasn't gotten much sleep himself. He appreciates Q being on top of this immediately, and trusts his sources. That's a big part of why Bond had brought this to him right away-- had bypassed Mallory, in fact, as a useless link in the chain. When it's personal, Bond's already low tolerance for political arse-kissing dwindles to zero.

Bond accepts the file smoothly and opens it, scanning quickly. He's silent as he reads, then opens the second file to see if anything jumps out, eyes flicking over the names. "Francisco Scaramanga," he reads out loud, seeing the associated suspected kill list from his paid hits. "I've seen him before. Not sure where. The henchmen all start to run together after a while."

He snaps both files shut, but doesn't give them back. "I'll see if I can't find Mr. Scaramanga poking around anywhere."