Bond was talking to the script supervisor and the director for a few minutes before they got to work. He crawled behind the green structure that would later be rubble and found his feet in a heroic pose. Held for a beat of three then cut, and then they did it again for the rest of the day. Every time was just a little different.

By the final cut of the night, he looked tired. He grabbed a bottle and had a smile for everyone he passed. He paused when he got to Q.

"You can make it all go together?" he asked warmly.