Ikora still didn't know quite what to make of Tony Stark. He was clearly brilliant and yet deeply troubled. He would make a good Warlock with those qualifications.

"Can you?" she asked as she turned to face him. "I was contemplating the lack of any writing in this place. No books. No data pads. No grafitti as students are prone to leave. Nothing. But this place isn't Agrii. We expect a lack of writing on their part."

She looked around the lecture hall. "Two races on the same planet with no writing left behind feels improbable. So I wonder... did the Atroma take away the writing? Is it hidden in a form we have yet to find?"

Ikora shrugged. "Simple musings, really."