Damien glances away from his phone -- and immediately startles. Judging by how quick he is to recover, however, it seems more like he just wasn't expecting so abrupt a change, not that he's sudden afraid of her or somehow turned off. Once he has, he shifts a little, to turn to face her more fully, to study her so he can answer.

"Black eyes. Black skin, too -- well, mostly. There's ... " He gestures to the white part of her face, not sure if that's skin or a mask, the paint it looks like or something else entirely. It runs down her arm, too, though, so -- yeah, he has no idea. He shakes his head a little, that in mind, and a little helplessly, answers, " ... white."