Charlie makes a low sympathetic hissing as she hits her head, punctuated by a somewhat mild little snort of laughter - he reaches up, tucking his fingers between her head and the edge of the upper cabinet. Too little too late, but it's the thought that counts.

"I thought that's why spies worked in teams, yeah? Got to have to something to take the edge off at the end of a long day pretending not to be yourself. Just ask James; sure he'd agree."