"I'm sure they would. They all think they're amazing. But they don't have anything on me." Except for a select few, all of whom she knew closely. Who would really beat her in flying? Not many people at all. It was one of those rare things that she was smug about. Rare meaning many in this case. It wasn't so rare at all. "I guess you don't get on a plane unless you're going somewhere to join a fight, right?"
Her nose wrinkled at the thought of Scott Summers flying anywhere. Was he even a real pilot? "Never flown with him, but I'll take your word for it." She could imagine why he'd have a problem with him though. "Well no, I wouldn't. But then again I wouldn't be looking like the child of the unabomber and a bear," she pointed out with a grin.
"I don't know about doing it myself, but if you had me with you.. I'm sure we could cope." It sounded like fun anyway. Destroying giant robots or whatever the hell it was supposed to be. Armor? Whatever. She could still pack a wallop. For the second time today, she almost wished that there were movies about her life so that she could watch them. Maybe remember something. There wasn't. There were just comics.
"I was thinking about going to the comic book store and seeing if they had comics of me. I mean if there is one in this damn town anyway. Do you think that's a good idea? I mean because I can't remember. But it would be almost like remembering." Of course the whole thing might blow up in her face.
Carol laughed and shook her head. "I'm glad you're much smarter than this guy. Even if he's got a nicer ass."