[ Awaited. Was he? Was Black Bolt, for that matter? More things he has no answers to. He considers the question thoughtfully for a few steps. He's certain that a positive answer would please this boy, but Black Bolt isn't in the habit of lying to appease. So, in time, he slows his step just slightly to draw even, and glances over at Nux to hold his gaze. It's a solemn look, full of steady intent, and he lets the human read in it whatever he's inclined to.

It's not much of a real answer, but considering the information and resources at hand, it's about all he's got. ]