The young woman who enters moves with the lightning-struck brilliance of a gathering storm, all quick sharp motion edged with curiosity as she glances at the visitor. Shuri goes straight to T'Challa's side and looks down at the phone that he hands her.

"What is this?"

"A tracker. So she claims."

"Oh. Oh!" Shuri's startled glance flies to Sharon, narrowing in sudden interest before she looks back to the phone, then to T'Challa.

"Is it?" He's still watching Sharon, steady and level.

"That will be easy enough to check," Shuri tells them. "Give me a moment." She calls up a display from her wrist and holds the phone up to it so that the signals can align.