"Well, I can get to the roof of your building, but not carrying you and not without getting stared at, I imagine."
And on the roof Cam makes a cute little spacecraft in about half a minute and hops into the pilot's seat.
The ship is fast and quiet.
"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 This one is actually like thirty years out of date, but I know how to fly it and it's good enough for the purpose."
"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."
The ship is very fast. Presently they are flying over the Eastern Seaboard of the United States. Cam whistles.
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.
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.