Black Bolt is silent, staring out from his throne room out at the floating city of Attilan, when he senses you approach. He turns to you and taps the device attached to his forehead, allowing it to interpret his thoughts into speech so he can converse with you without causing destruction or death.

“Ah, you’ve arrived. I was waiting.”

He smiles lightly. Crystal’s invention of this thought-interpreter has made his life easier significantly, no longer having to remain entirely silent.