Bond raised his glass slightly. "To leaving something behind," he toasted, then took a long sip, letting the icy-cold liquid burn its way down.
He saw the shake of Shannon's head. He knew that shake, and felt the compulsion to defend himself, just a little. "I was thirteen," he told her, "how was I supposed to tell?"
His eyes narrowed slightly as Shannon explained her assignment. Even for a man who'd fought a battle aboard a privately-owned space station, the idea-- delivered with such mischievous delight-- was well beyond his ken. Dubious, Bond mirrored her posture, leaning in toward her with a smirk. "You could have just said it was classified, you know."