She feels like a kid in a candy shop. This whole place is R&D, but unlike any Sharon's ever seen before. Shuri's experiments are housed like museum pieces: mounted on mannequins, behind glass, beautifully lit and artfully designed. Sharon walks across the lab to a long white table that holds a bowl of beads like the ones Shuri, T'Challa, and Nakia all wear on their wrists and several yards of richly dyed cloth interwoven with vibranium threads. She reaches out to finger the material, and frowns as the bright colors fade away entirely under her touch until she can see the table right through it, but not her own fingers.
She turns with an expression of total bewilderment. "Are you making an invisibility cloak?"
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She feels like a kid in a candy shop. This whole place is R&D, but unlike any Sharon's ever seen before. Shuri's experiments are housed like museum pieces: mounted on mannequins, behind glass, beautifully lit and artfully designed. Sharon walks across the lab to a long white table that holds a bowl of beads like the ones Shuri, T'Challa, and Nakia all wear on their wrists and several yards of richly dyed cloth interwoven with vibranium threads. She reaches out to finger the material, and frowns as the bright colors fade away entirely under her touch until she can see the table right through it, but not her own fingers.
She turns with an expression of total bewilderment. "Are you making an invisibility cloak?"