The voice makes him flinch, and he turns sharply to glare back at her. But the snarl building in his throat dies in confusion at the woman's... everything.

Fair Folk didn't do LEDs. Or electronics in general. Bioluminescense was more their thing. And vinyl?

At least Gil's stopped. "...no thanks." He lifts a hand to hold well over his meagre height, and his voice projects very nicely as he adds, "I've had it about up to here with your lot. I'm out."