Bond only gave her a casual glance at first; an automatic reaction to someone new entering the premises. Partly training, mostly just human nature. A young woman, pretty, vaguely familiar but he wasn't sure why. Perhaps someone returning, perhaps the sister of someone he already knew - it didn't hold interest for too long.
"Sure, I'll take another," he responded to Mitchell's question casually, emptying his glass. Then there were eyes burning into him; he knew the feeling of being watched. And he turned, meeting her gaze and giving her a look of curiosity. The name, maybe? She'd seen the movies? He'd dealt with that one a few times. "Afternoon..." he greeted her, with a slightly amused smirk.