[Out of Milliways] Tatiana Romanova
All these years later and she still looked like Greta Garbo. Made her stick out like a sore thumb in that endless sea of typists, some of them homely, some of them not, none of them as beautiful as her. He was hiding behind a pair of thick glasses, stock to the brim full of Q's technologies (invisible to everyone else, of course), and trailing behind the man in charge. She would only need to look up to ruin this charade, but she kept her eyes fixated on the typewriter, on her work, as dedicated as she always was to the service of Mother Russia regardless how humiliating, how menial...
But he wondered if she still as loyal to her country as she had been when she met him. Or was this new job, and the thousand-yard stare she gave to the typewriter, a sign that she had sank into cynicism? She didn't work for the KGB anymore. That was a sign. Or maybe she couldn't take the intelligence business anymore. Or maybe, or maybe--
He smiled to himself. Good old 007, distracted by his thoughts again. It wouldn't happen again. He had a job to doHe looked ahead and Tatiana Romanova to the back of his mind, where the memories of his former lovers resided.