Q is so engrossed in writing up his report as fast as he can that the sudden noise makes him almost fall from his chair. Looking up, he glares at Bond. “Surely there are nicer ways to indicate your arrival 007, I nearly slapped you.” Q sighs and gives bond a smile then. “Welcome back. Please tell me the gun is still in working condition?”
"The day I can’t avoid your slap is the day I retire" Bond smirks although he does take a small step back.
"I’ll let you be the judge of that" he adds pushing the now odd shaped gun closer to Q
Q glanced between the agent and the now half mangled weapon in front of him. “I’ll see what I can do.” He sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. “Anything else? Or are you just sticking around to annoy me 007? You seem to be making a habit of that.” He raised an eyebrow in Bond’s direction, smirking.
"I live to serve" Bond grins leaning his hip against the table
"Didn’t you miss me while I was gone?"