'Now look up. See that? That's a camera.'
The pilgrim had no idea what a "camera" was, so he just nodded.
'Alright,' he said, 'And what of it?'
'The cameras down here serve as my eyes.'
He stood on the tips of his toes, peering into the small, black lens above the door. 'Eyes,' he muttered.
'Could you back off a bit, buddy? You're not exactly Sean Connery, know what I mean?'
He didn't know what she meant, nor did he really care.
'If this "cah-me-rah" is your eye,' he asked, 'What of your ears and mouth?'