It had been a huge relief when Rogue had ended up in this universe that they'd had similar jets to the ones she'd flown back with her own X-Men team. There was something comforting in being in the pilot's chair, in having that simple power in her own hands when everything else kept trying to go to shit. Her jet was like a second home, she knew every inch of the control panels now, and it was effortless to get them up in the sky and on their way.

She'd almost forgotten that Steve was even in the jet with her until he said something. Glancing back at him for a moment in almost confusion, she blinked and then nodded. "Right," she murmured to herself, turning back to where she'd stowed her bag. A tablet was retrieved and handed over to him. "This is yours. It'll prompt you to program your own security settings, so even I won't be able to access anything on there unless you give me permission. All the files about our current measures are already loaded, as well as a few ideas I'd like some feedback on - mostly stuff from the Westchester mansion that I think could be useful if they were modified a bit."

He would also find the full layout of the construction plans, individual room layouts, and the preliminary design selections she'd started making. Basically everything she'd worked on was there, except for a few very specific things. If he looked closely at the various plans, he might notice that some of the spaces between the walls were too large, that measurements didn't quite add up as they should. Because there was no way in hell that she was ever committing to paper the full layout of their escape passageways.