Re: T'Challa/The Black Panther
"I appreciate the advice, and let me offer you some in return" he raised an eyebrow "I am no pacifist."
He nodded at Reed's reply, and beckoned them follow him. Approaching the portrait of his father, T'Challa placed two fingers on the painting, and muttered a phrase in Wakandan dialect. Golden glyphs began to shimmer across the wall, and a hidden passage opened before them. Leading them down a narrow staircase, T'Challa strode into a room replete with computer screens and bleeding edge lab equipment. The same glowing golden symbols lined the walls, next to racks of weapons and security displays of the streets and airspace around the embassy.
T' Challa turned back to the others. "We are as safe here as Wakandan magic and machinery can make us." T' Challa went to a small conference table in the corner, and beckoned the others to sit, before he did likewise. "We have each done our parts to add to the mystery of these preceding, perhaps now we might discuss what brought you here today?"