He stares at that blinking light in arctic silence for almost a full minute before he touches the bracelet at his wrist.

The young woman in the hologram that forms in his hand looks impatient. "Brother! I told you, today I am--"

"Shuri." T'Challa's tone is even. Too even, to judge from the way the tension among the Dora is picking up. "We have a situation."

"I'm on my way," she says, and the image winks out.