[ Charles sighs. Look, he'd tried, alright. But there's a reason he's worried about talking about this in this building. He knows how old walls grow ears. ]

He didn't give me a name. Acerbic. Walks with a cane. Rather incapable of telling much of anything resembling the truth, if my gut feels right.

[ Somehow he still really doesn't envision the man as anything approaching the James Bond he knows. ]