He feels an open summons and lets it grab him -
"...I s'pose we can get to the roof of this building... not that I've tried," he says.
"Well, I can get to the roof of your building, but not carrying you and not without getting stared at, I imagine."
"Wings, right. Well, let's try the stairs."
They try the stairs!
This method is successful!
And on the roof Cam makes a cute little spacecraft in about half a minute and hops into the pilot's seat.
It's very cute. Ripper is charmed. He climbs into what looks like a passenger seat.
The ship is fast and quiet.
"Cool," says Ripper.
"Yep! This one is actually like thirty years out of date, but I know how to fly it and it's good enough for the purpose."
"Plenty sci-fi enough for me," he says.
"Yeah, I'd imagine. And, bonus, there was a war on when this model was designed, so it should be plenty proof against anything short of actually looking at it that could detect it. So we are unlikely to be shot down."
"I think of things like that."
The ship is very fast. Presently they are flying over the Eastern Seaboard of the United States. Cam whistles.
Ripper is silently amazed!
He slows down when they approach Phoenix.
He lands in the desert a ways away from the city but within reasonable walking distance of the highway, and makes a large rock between the road and his ship to conceal it from casual view, and hops out.
The climate causes Ripper to make a face.
"Do you want a tiny air conditioner?" asks Cam, only slightly patronizingly.
"You know what, yes."
And he starts walking towards the highway, leather-coatedly unobtrusive.
Ripper and his tiny air conditioner follow. It seems likely to be more interesting than staying by the ship.
"How do you feel about motorcycles?"
"I feel good about motorcycles!"