"Just different priorities. You'd be surprised how many spy agencies will leave their people to rot if they have to." It was part of the business. Occasionally they got rescued, but they went into each job knowing it might not happen for them. They kept the secrets and they tried to help each other, but it was what it was. Pete wasn't bitter about it. He knew what he signed up for.
His eyebrows went up at her comment and one corner of his mouth curved into a smile. "Did you expect Bond? He's a rubbish spy, you know." Pete liked Bond movies, but not a lot of spies were stupid enough to name themselves all the time. Except for him, where his name was known enough on the streets that it made a difference. His gait and posture seemed casual, but his sharp eyes were always moving, ready for another attack if necessary. He breathed in the smoke like he needed it to survive. "What was the picture in your head?"