"Good." Q glances over his shoulder, checking for anyone who might be following them. He doesn't see anyone yet - but then, if they're any good at following, he might not spot them immediately.

Breathe.

"Once we're at the hotel, it'll be best for you to go to the bar and wait until I get a room." So if he's captured, or compromised, at least she'll have a chance to escape. "If I don't come for you in ten minutes, call the number I gave you." All the same, he desperately hopes that they do make it out safely, so he can apologize.

The hotel is growing closer, and Q picks up his pace a little more.