"You tell me," Damien shoots back, popping one shoulder in a shrug. For all he knows, she is a vampire -- they're sufficiently creepy and dead and actually exist, where she's from, given the memory he got from her, that one time. For all he knows, he knows better, however -- he's teasing, in a mood to return the banter and happily despite the fact that he can't find the fucking train.

He lets the joke go, then, after a beat, to explain, "You said this was as close as my eyes could handle, though, and camera's much less complex than my eyes." Even if the camera on his phone is top of the line for the year he's from, maybe it won't be able to handle her. He has no idea how this shit works.