"No." She looked confused by the question. Mya wasn't lost. She knew where she was, down in the Blackbird hanger. Not that she'd ever been on the jet, it wasn't really necessary for her to go onboard. The girl was allowed on the lower levels because sometimes she worked there, doing things the Danger Room was becoming more and more capable of doing on its own. Soon, she wouldn't need to do anything at all but would only use the room when she wanted to do things like make a bunch of flying monkeys, which she was truly allowed to do.
Cease and desist, Mutant! The toy made pewing sounds in the direction of Nick as if it understood what he was and Mya just made an unhappy face in its direction since it wouldn't shut up.
"Silly toy." Then she pouted a little. "Not lost." Her mind circled back to the last thing Nick said since she wasn't very good at keeping track of the things people said. "Like plane?"
Mya had been around when the Blackbird was built, had sat around and watched the technological folks build it and had even animated some of the specs for them from the schematics they provided. The girl was much better with things she saw than things she heard.