[ Moneypenny snorts and shuffles her way out of the bath and back into the bedroom of the hotel suite, now the sound of muted explosions and shouting in an unfamiliar language doplering across the background noise. ]

Don't have near as much blood an' guts to keep a crowd happy, [ she says, carelessly, and then drops herself down onto the bed again, her toes curling in the sheets as she stretches. ] 'Less you're thinkin' to teach ol' MP a trick or two.