He feels an open summons and lets it grab him -
"I'm not going to take, you know, massive amounts of credit for that. I don't-go-on-massive-murder-sprees with literally all of my spare time."
"...Like, I really don't think there's cause for alarm here," he says. "I mean," he gestures at Cam, "you've been sitting there for ten minutes drinking apple juice and laughing at my fluffy adventures, I just don't get a sense of imminent danger."
"I'm not a danger. You are pretty damn lucky you got me, though, that I will readily confirm. Incidentally, computerperson, thanks for the ridiculous languages dump."
"Summoned daeva get all the languages our summoners speak. Prevents a lot of, 'Build me a house!' followed by -" Cam switches to Mandarin Chinese. "'Sorry, what is it you want me for?'"
She still does not look comfortable around Cam and is maybe scooting away from him a little. Arms still wrapped around herself. She is uncomfortable being this close to a demon who is obviously unbound, even if logically she knows that if he wanted to cause harm he would have already.
Now that Cam is no longer pretending to be stuck in his circle he can add some space between them, strolling farther away from the angel.
"...Are you asking that because you care about cars or because you want to know what year it is?"
"Second thing. Though the universe is clearly different enough that the mere number might not be completely informative. At least you have lots of recognizable languages, New York, and, like, the concept of pajamas."
"Okay. I'll spare you about the cars. It's 2007." He turns to Adana. "Do you, like, want to take your giant fluffball and go find a guest room to stay in while you're here? It's the least we can do what with the accidental summoning and all. Jarvis can show you around. God knows we've got room."
"... That would be nice. Um. Wait, 2007? I mean, our - year systems might not be the same, but is there space travel? Colonization on the moon?"
"Nnnnno? We've been to the moon. Planted a flag on it and everything. But there's not, like, private spaceflight, that's still a ways off."
"So, while I am here, where's a good place to get an internet connection to get my bearings and see if this place is similar enough that you want me to save the bees, drop a hundred fifty years of medical advances on you, tile the Sahara in solar panels, and then fly off and terraform Mars nice and pretty for later settlers?"
Cam is now getting assessed by an angel in approval. Look at her, re-evaluating her racism over there.
"—Okay, one, right here, right here is a good place to do that," says Tony, "two, do you also have a hundred fifty years of technological advances, because if so I want like all of them."
"Uh, yes, there have been advances in more things than medicine, and I have some notes on those too, but medicine seems least straightforwardly abuseable. I will want a bit with the internet connection before I hand over too much of that."
"But of course," says the ceiling. "Would you like to browse the internet using a holographic interface, or did you have something else in mind?"
"Well, what I'd really like is to use my normal computer setup from home. I can duplicate it but I bet it can't talk to your internet. I can make intermediate steps as far as each device's backwards compatibility extends, though. Erm, can't help but ask, are you planning to spy on my web browsing activities?"
"I don't believe 'spy' is the appropriate word if I am acting openly as your intermediary," he says. "But of course if you use your own device I can choose not to observe beyond routine virus scans of incoming data. Perhaps you would like to discuss compatibility with Tony."
"Okay, back up, 'choose not to observe' is not a phrase I like to associate with whether my computer use is in a position to be monitored, let alone when it is literally going through a person. I'd tentatively bet on my futuristic encryption, but I probably cannot communicate with 2007 websites in my futuristic encryption schema, so however safe my personal files are this doesn't give me, like, proper end-user control. I will look up Colony Collapse Disorder on Wikipedia with people looking or able-to-look if you'd take it very much amiss did I seek a public library instead, I put up with worse crap from summoners all the time, but you see why this might not be the best thing to say, 'I want to check out how things are before I hand over a century and a half of tech', 'how about you check Wikipedia through My Friend The Artificial Intelligence Of Unspecified Wikipedia Editing Speed'."