Once the door is shut he comes around to take the pilot's seat, and worries briefly about what she might see on the map, but as he has brought her here there are some things he knew could not be avoided. Having considered things long and hard, it has occurred to The Shadow that she will likely be drawn to visit his world sooner or later, and it will most likely be in the midst of a crisis. This way she'll have a more pleasant memory beforehand, and perhaps a hint or two on the workings of modern things before she's thrust into something ugly.
He is unlikely to share that motivation with her, but it is a factor that lies behind the trip.

"It's... more built up. I expected you to anticipate that anyway. Where we're headed hasn't changed much." Strapped in, he starts the propellers and checks flaps, and leans forward to peer through the fog as the roll slowly forward and along faintly visible painted lines to the runway proper. A faint static crackles on the radio, but this piece of airfield is used only by private pilots, and there's little in the way of air traffic control.