Hairspray and a .45

"I know who James Bond is." Her eyes narrow. "And I know how spies work, generally..." Or she knows as much as she can gather, because they don't let her squad bother the state department after the 'umbrella incident'. Clementine pauses and wavers a little; the way he's looking at her with those damn perfect eyes of his makes her soften with that sudden, magnetic attraction she feels for him. "I don't like being lied to...Sam. Why should I trust you?" She's given herself away carelessly before, in trade for simple civility. But this feeling she has for him is brand-new, important, and she wants to know how much of her heart she should be giving.