The ebony and gold clad prince nods after Steve enters the elevator, the doors closing with a small hiss as with a barely perceptible shiver, the lift begins its descent once more.<br/><br/>"Yes, that's pretty much it.", he says in response to the questioning way his lift companion said his name. "From what I observed on the square, I would say whoever trained you was skilled in his or her art...You held yourself back quite nicely there with the other students. We both know you could have caused them serious damage without much difficulty or effort. It bodes well for my involvement with this group.", he says softly, still looking forward at the digital readout.  T'Challa was normally not much of a talker, but in a strange way he felt a sort of kinship with the shield carrier.<br/><br/>"This is actually my first day and I arrived only a short while ago. However, if you mean the costumes and fighting, I would have to admit to some little knowledge.", he says before shaking his head, the wry smile unseen under his mask. "I apologize, I am new to this land and mean no false mystery...I have been trained to this role and garb since I was able to walk, but attending a school or having time to relax is very new to me as is meeting people in non-state functions.", he says with a small chuckle.<br/><br/>A moment passes, then the chime of the arrival of the lift sounds. "Sub-basement 2: Physical Training /Medical Area 1 Please disembark."