She desperately wants to ask if anyone in this room is currently getting their hands on King T'Challa, but that will have to wait.

"You don't know how amazing it is Ross even let you all in here," she murmurs. Ross likes the king, she knows; enough to relax SOP and let him join in on the interrogation, but –

"Hey," she says, quietly, nudging Nakia. "Ross is going in. We're getting started."