He trails her like a bulky shadow, listening to and absorbing everything he can without being obvious about it. Sharon's and Nakia's advice echoes in his mind, of course, but so does Nat's - and Bucky's, whether his friend knew he was giving it or not. He trades the occasional look with other bodyguards, as they size each other up for potential trouble.

Most of them are professional, he thinks. Some look bored. A few, a very few, are more aggressive, aiming for junkyard-dog confrontational. He recognizes the build of a couple of these as steroid-bulked, and makes note that they're likely to be the first to start something if trouble comes.

This part's easy. He's always been able to spot a bully.

Sharon works their way around through the room with a skill he has to admire, finally bringing them into the circle of people around Kwan without looking like she'd had any intention of doing so at all. It seems to have worked, as when they draw near enough, it's Kwan who calls out, "And who's this?" The voice is light, smooth, and a high tenor with an undertone he can't quite place.

On the other end of the earpieces, T'Challa and Ayo frown simultaneously.