Pain aside she's smiling under the press of his fingers (one eye open, nose crinkled up unattractively) leaning back into the broad flat of his palm.

It's not the bump on her head that keeps her from connecting the dots: the name James-- actually most of the names from Exsilium-- feel more distant memory than what few months it's been. Eventually, though, Chloe gets it.

"Feel like I should be pointing out that neither of us are really Bond material."