Surely enough, Carmen's five-eyed construct and her 'luggage' were escorted back in one piece -- and a short time after, plans were set for the fleet to depart. As the ship neared the outer atmosphere, Carmen felt the return of her sixth sense, gradually re-establishing connections with her constructs' minds. With all but a commanding thought, her rabbit-like companion hovered over beside the far window, remotely allowing Carmen to glimpse the world they were leaving behind.
Having seen all there was to see on Mystique's surface, her disdain of its barren wastes could not be elevated any higher. The planet was useless to her, and likely impossible to salvage at that. The leaving present which Jessibelle appeared to have left behind perhaps suggested they had reached the same conclusion. with the erasure of her base, it could be expected that the fleet did not expect to return here... even if an explosion of that size appeared to be more than a little reckless. Though her face tried to hide it, Carmen knew something was off here; If the leader had appeared as nothing but polite and generous in her time meeting her... then, was this what was to happen to those she no longer affiliated with?
While a concern, it was still an unlikely accusation, and one which likely would not affect her in her time aboard. Of all her talents, Carmen took the most pride in her avoidance of becoming a target; she fully expected this trip to run smoothly, but even if Jessibelle was to show a malicious side, she was confident in her ability to take advantage of it rather than becoming a victim.

As their idle conversation ensued, the Queen finally requested something from Carmen in return. Seeing past her phrasing, the guest assumed she wanted intelligence regarding other planets nearby. Recalling her earlier encounter, the other outsider Jessibelle had taken in had also visited from outer space, thus Carmen expected that he was also to be queried in a similar fashion. Still, providing such information was of little inconvenience; without revealing anything more about herself, information was the most she could afford to offer, and anything to lessen her debt was sure to help in the long run.
Carmen withdrew a rectangular device from her inner coat pocket, about the size and width of a modern smart-phone, with a refined metal rim and back plate. This device was her personal memo, for storing things which her vast memory cannot portray quite as effectively. A star map was amongst its standard features, comparable to a modern-day GPS application. Shown on-screen, The device logged a great number of surrounding stars. Four of them were marked as solar systems which Carmen had visited, and within them were about a dozen orbits, with notable planets and asteroids marked in their simulated positions.

"I didn't get the name of the last planet I had travelled to," said Carmen, who appeared far more relaxed with her situation than she had a few hours ago. A gentle finger pointed above one of the larger-rendered planets, exhibiting two well-defined and radically-different continents. "Terribly cold weather," she added, turning the device towards the spider-lady. "Sparsely populated, at least where I landed... My last escort and I could not stay for long."
She raised the device a little and looked up, gesturing for Jessibelle to borrow it from her. Carmen did this with confidence, knowing its more-sensitive data had already been obscured. No visiting or departure dates were recorded on the system itself, and several less-remarkable planets had been omitted, thus preventing anyone from discerning her path or origin.