Well that didn't take long.
Derek, let's talk.
[Private to Vesper and Bond separately] Thank you.
[Private to Bruce]So where's my apology?
[Private to Ivy] Nice.
[Private to Spock, Prefect, and Shego separately]You make it through the port okay?
[He slept, for the record.]
spam
Useful, [he says dryly.] It'll be slightly messier if you shoot yourself. [Just drawling that because duh, but he keeps himself entertained.
Going to the shooting stall
or whatever the hell they're actually called, Bond raises his arms in a shooting stand, left hand gripping the butt of the phaser, right poised on the trigger.] It's light.[Then he says nothing, just zeroes in on the target like a proper marksman, keeping his limbs still, locked, muscles in his hand tightening until he squeezes the trigger and gets a solid bullseye in the center of the paper target.]