A couple of minutes before my new James Bond wristwatch told me we're all gonna die and then went kaput. Q just doesn't make'em the way he used to.

[He helps hoist her to her feet, and then it visibly clicks on his face what she's said. Robbie's upper body leans back at the realization, but he doesn't let go of her hand at all.]

... what did you just call me?

[Please don't be a Skrull. Please let this be some stupid payback practical joke that Vance came up with. Just not a Skrull.]