Just as T'Challa was raising the instrument over Reed's head and Reed was yanking said head up, throwing up a hand and instinctively attempting to stretch said hand into an umbrella like shield (to no avail), the Fantastic Four's faithful AI, HERBIE zoomed off of his recharge container towards the-- what could only be described as fray-- alarms sounding, "Intruder alert! Intruder alert! Laboratory, third quadrant. Intruder alert!" The robot chimed.
Still holding his hand up over his head and having tumbled out of his chair in surprise, Reed blinked up at the Panther.
"T'Challa?" How did he get in here? Why did Reed even bother asking? There were a handful of people on the planet who could waltz into his laboratory in the middle of the Baxter Building; and the King of Wakanda was one of them. It was still disconcerting- and he'd need to find how he'd done it in order to keep anyone else from repeating the stunt.
"HERBIE, abort alert. This is a friend; King T'Challa of Wakanda"
"Oh." HERBIE said, turning off the sirens and flashing lights, "Welcome, Your Majesty, to the Baxter Building, home of the Fantastic Four!"
It was while HERBIE was rattling off his polite greeting that Reed noticed two things: 1) T'Challa was holding something over his head and 2) his friend had not been affected by Mojo's... whatever it was.
"Could you perhaps not hit me with whatever that is?" He asked, nodding towards the apparatus, "How were you unaffected by this Mojo creature?" Maybe all of Wakanda was unaffected-- Reed had known their defenses were stellar but for the entire country to be completely normal... That would be more than impressive.