He feels an open summons and lets it grab him -
A pair of holographic circles appear in midair, oriented vertically and facing the two daeva, decorated with semirandom arrangements of words, lines, and polygons in a variety of colours. They are minimally different - enough for one to summon an angel and the other a demon, but apart from that, functionally identical.
Then she slooooowly turns to look at Cam. "You are as unbound as I am," she says blankly. "Aren't you."
"I'm - not even -" Adana makes another whimpery sort of scared sound and wraps her arms around herself. "... Thank you for not going on a murder spree?" she manages.
"I'm not going to take, you know, massive amounts of credit for that. I don't-go-on-massive-murder-sprees with literally all of my spare time."
"...Like, I really don't think there's cause for alarm here," he says. "I mean," he gestures at Cam, "you've been sitting there for ten minutes drinking apple juice and laughing at my fluffy adventures, I just don't get a sense of imminent danger."
"I'm not a danger. You are pretty damn lucky you got me, though, that I will readily confirm. Incidentally, computerperson, thanks for the ridiculous languages dump."
"Summoned daeva get all the languages our summoners speak. Prevents a lot of, 'Build me a house!' followed by -" Cam switches to Mandarin Chinese. "'Sorry, what is it you want me for?'"
She still does not look comfortable around Cam and is maybe scooting away from him a little. Arms still wrapped around herself. She is uncomfortable being this close to a demon who is obviously unbound, even if logically she knows that if he wanted to cause harm he would have already.
Now that Cam is no longer pretending to be stuck in his circle he can add some space between them, strolling farther away from the angel.
"...Are you asking that because you care about cars or because you want to know what year it is?"
"Second thing. Though the universe is clearly different enough that the mere number might not be completely informative. At least you have lots of recognizable languages, New York, and, like, the concept of pajamas."
"Okay. I'll spare you about the cars. It's 2007." He turns to Adana. "Do you, like, want to take your giant fluffball and go find a guest room to stay in while you're here? It's the least we can do what with the accidental summoning and all. Jarvis can show you around. God knows we've got room."
"... That would be nice. Um. Wait, 2007? I mean, our - year systems might not be the same, but is there space travel? Colonization on the moon?"
"Nnnnno? We've been to the moon. Planted a flag on it and everything. But there's not, like, private spaceflight, that's still a ways off."
"So, while I am here, where's a good place to get an internet connection to get my bearings and see if this place is similar enough that you want me to save the bees, drop a hundred fifty years of medical advances on you, tile the Sahara in solar panels, and then fly off and terraform Mars nice and pretty for later settlers?"
Cam is now getting assessed by an angel in approval. Look at her, re-evaluating her racism over there.