T'Challa nods to the Sergeant, unable to stop the smallest of tugs at the corner of his mouth at the look of amazement in the man's eyes. It's a bare spark among the bleakness, but it's something.

"Yes," he says. "And by being very careful with our secrets. And protecting our border. Wakanda is surrounded by a field that produces a realistic illusion. Any outsiders looking at it would see only trees, fields, mountains." He vanishes the hologram with a wave of his hand. "By deploying our War Dogs out into the world to listen for any news of Wakanda or vibranium."

T'Challa nods at Nakia, including her in that group. "By never allowing outsiders into our country," he adds, and looks slightly rueful. "A law which I have now broken, irrevocably."