Illyana was pretty sure flying the Blackbird was something she could handle-- with a few lessons, of course. Because it couldn't be that different from driving, right? She pursed her lips and stared at the large plane. It'd make traveling longer (teleporting was awesome like that) but flying a plane was cool-- not to mention something most people her age couldn't do.
Besides, it wasn't like she was going to have anything better to do this summer.
There was a small commotion around the side of the plane and Illyana frowned. She hadn't noticed anyone when she'd come in during her boredom-induced wanderings. Probably needed to work on that if she was going to be an X-Man. X-Woman? X-Person.
With a shrug, Illyana headed for the sound. Another person would probably be less boring... unless it was Cyclops. Or Storm. Or Dr. Grey. (Actually, she didn't really have a lot of hope on the less boring front but it was something to do, so. Yeah.)
Except that when she got to the place that had obviously been the source of the noise, judging by the disarray it was in, Illyana didn't see anyone. That was weird. "Hello?" She wrinkled her nose at the lack of response. It made her suspicious that this was some sort of misdirected prank or attempt at escaping clean-up and she'd be having no part in that. "Whatever."
The important thing was that this was no less boring than what she'd been doing before, so she wandered toward the door in the hopes of finding some kind of entertainment. It'd be pretty sad (but not entirely unexpected) if she had to use her powers-- or, even sadder, the internet-- just to find someone worth talking to.