Q leans over and looks at the scores and such as Flickerman flips through them. "Perhaps you can start anew with that unfortunate looking boy from 2."

Ahhh, time to wow crowds and so on. Q takes a last sip of his drink and then carefully places it just off camera. It's a little early in the Games to be his usual self, so mustering up enthusiasm and setting down his trademark drink it is. He straightens up and adopts his usual behind the desk pose.