Little Rachel did not get angry at having her nap disturbed. She merely widened her bright eyes and listened as Morgan explained what she had discovered.
Morgan herself had no extraordinary abilities. She was neither a Mutant nor an Inhuman, inheriting nothing from her parents except money powers. She had no particular talents otherwise, though growing up in that environment had made her seem a little smarter than ordinary children.
If Mark's child-sized armor had not contained navigation and an AI controlling the flight path the entire way, there was no way a child barely five and a half years old could have made the four-thousand-kilometer journey from Los Angeles to New York.
Morgan was a little anxious, and many of her words were inaccurate, her explanation rambling and disjointed. Fortunately, Little Rachel, who was usually rather muddleheaded herself, understood!
She sat cross-legged atop the sea turtle, her pretty brows furrowed as she imitated the adults, resting her chin on one little hand and analyzing the matter.
"Your dad has been acting a little mentally unstable lately? So you want everyone to take him to see a doctor?"
"No... His eyes were really fierce. It felt completely different from how he usually looks at me!"
"Oh... I see. So your dad has been acting a little mentally unstable lately? And you want him to take you out to play and relieve some stress?"
"That's not it either!" Morgan seemed to want to slap something to emphasize her words. Whenever her mother, Pepper, spoke, she seemed to love slapping the table. Parents' everyday habits influenced their children too, but out here in the wilderness, what was Morgan supposed to slap? This sea turtle that looked especially sturdy?
She gave up on the gesture with a huff. "You got it wrong! That's