Under different circumstances, Kavinsky might have preened a little upon noticing the attention paid to the lighter. He couldn't exactly come out and say he'd made that, that he'd lovingly designed every bit of it, but he could still be proud when someone took a moment to appreciate it. But he wasn't feeling very proud of anything, right now.

He took his lighter back with a nod in place of verbal thanks, sliding it into his pocket. The first answer was so unexpected that he couldn't help but laugh a bit. "Harsh." But he grinned anyway. "I never expected anyone here to play any kind of music I actually love, anyway--but at least it's not all country."

Considering the other part, Kavinsky made a thoughtful noise. "Just feels kind of..." Not rude, though also yeah, rude. "Presumptuous to pull in people from where-the-fuck-ever to get us to do shit." That wasn't necessarily his real concern, either, though. "'Course, that implies someone has control over it. Which I've sort of been figuring someone does." Unless portals or whatever just opened themselves whenever they felt like it. "You don't sound very surprised about all this, though."