Nux. Good to finally know. Black Bolt does another of his small nearly-not-a-smiles and tucks the pad away again, a sign that he has no further questions. Reading is a struggle here, clearly, he won't press it unless he needs to. He gestures back toward the various foods stored here, carry on.

For Black Bolt's part he turns away, heading back toward the table he'd gotten the pad from. There's important table business to be done over here.