For... asylum. Right. That's why she bushwhacked her way into Wakanda, carrying his backpack, and talked back to T'Challa that day. She watches as he reaches to tug on her hair and just smiles at the sensation before she takes another sip of the beer she's nursing.

Only one for her tonight; she doesn't want to have to get put to bed like a sleepy toddler again. She's enjoying herself too much, sitting with them, listening to them swap stories, occasionally interjecting with one of her own.

It might not be the kind of "fun" Shuri had in mind, but it seems to be working for him.