Whittle threw up her hands. "I give up. I just give - wait." She looked at the jetpack again, then eyed Ursula skeptically. "What the devil is this even for? Only someone who can use magic would be able to fly it without being almost immediately killed to death, and at that point why not just use a bloody Striker?"
"Well," said a man's voice equably from behind her, "A, they don't come in my size, and B, nobody wants to see that."
"On a point of order..." Sanya Juutilainen-Litvyak murmured from the doorway behind him, causing Eila to blink and give her a do-what-now? sort of look.
Whittle missed the byplay (and Ursula's giggle at it), being too busy jumping in such a violent start she nearly knocked the jetpack off its stand. "What the - ?!" she blurted, whirling.
"Sorry," said Gryphon. "I don't know how I do that. It's not like I'm in any way unobtrusive." Putting out a hand, he introduced himself, then said, "It's a real honor. I'm a big fan of your work."
"Thank you," said Whittle automatically, and then, "D'you mean to tell me you fly this thing?"
Gryphon nodded. "I sure do."
"You're a man."
"I'm aware of that."
"Men can't fly. I mean, that's such an axiom it's a figure of speech. 'When men fly.'"
"Oink," said Gryphon impassively.