[There's something off about her, he knows that much. She aged up instead of down - and into something truly monstrous, something that doesn't fit the face - or facade - shes presented to the Barge at all. He knows something isn't right - being stabbed made it abundantly clear - and he intends to find out what.
Unfortunately, his usual methods aren't ones he'd turn on a little girl.
When he hears the singing, he pauses, and turns toward the art room door. For a moment, he stands outside staring in, out of sight, thinking. Then he changes his direction, and heads in. He walks quietly, and things his younger self had a good point he hadn't known how to follow: you catch more flies with honey.
Coming around her, but not behind, making sure she sees and hears him before he pulls a chair up beside her, Bond tilts his head a little to look at the painting, and offers a small smile.]
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Unfortunately, his usual methods aren't ones he'd turn on a little girl.
When he hears the singing, he pauses, and turns toward the art room door. For a moment, he stands outside staring in, out of sight, thinking. Then he changes his direction, and heads in. He walks quietly, and things his younger self had a good point he hadn't known how to follow: you catch more flies with honey.
Coming around her, but not behind, making sure she sees and hears him before he pulls a chair up beside her, Bond tilts his head a little to look at the painting, and offers a small smile.]
You're quite good.