The brief flicker of surprise in Bond's eyes would be all but impossible to spot for anyone who didn't know what to look for. Even then, it was not precisely a telegraphed emotion, nor was the irritation at being caught at a disadvantage that followed.

He'd never met the man in front of him. He knew it, he was certain of it. There was something familiar...the cafeteria, the day before, he realized. Even then, the other man shouldn't have known that name, since the staff seemed so very determined to use the false one he'd been handled. If they even knew it was false in the first place.

"I'm sorry," he replied, perfectly, emptily polite. "I think you'd mistaken me for someone else."