Logan had taken a little longer than absolutely necessary to get across the country in the jet. He enjoyed flying it very much, and had some pent up aggressions to get out after a very, very strange week of memory loss. Again. Logan hated losing his memory.
He stopped near Seattle at a friendly airport and gassed up, then flew south a bit. There was room on the street in front of the house where he was to pick up the girl, so he managed to land the jet carefully there. Hopefully no one would need that space while he was picking up the kid. And the Professor hadn't said what her mutation was, so Logan was hoping it wasn't something he'd have to deal with until they got to the school.
He landed, shut down the jet, and climbed out of it, hoping he wouldn't draw too much attention, then crossed the lawn to the house and rang the bell.