The weather here was a lot warmer than Q was used to. Mainly because Q spent his entire life (most of it, anyway, barring the few jarring moments of daylight he had to face walking to and from the tube station) inside. So this was new, this was-
"I don't suppose Stark Tower was here the last time you were here-" he said as they stepped out into the sunlight, pointing up to Tony's abode. "Um, there's that. There's a whole community of elves living goodness knows where back that way-" Q pointed, though he wasn't entirely certain that he had the direction right. "Back that way," he turned again, pointed behind them, "I have a little shop that I'm a terrible owner of and I think I should just work from home. And uh, a flat from Baker Street, if you're a Sherlock Holmes fan."
"There are lots of nice people around, loads of people have arrived. Um-" Q hums. He's walking rather close to Eames, but he supposes no one on earth will judge him for wanting to be near him.