Mm, yes. That's probably the best series of faces he's ever going to get out of Kylo Ren without initiating an aggressive game of Gay Chicken, so Kevin will accept this. He clicks the stupid ~fAkE~ lightsaber back off, and lets his totally unmarred foot fall back to the ground.

"It's a Helisium prop," he explains helpfully. "Congratulations, the most exciting bit of your culture has become a Helisium prop. I was terribly excited, for a terribly short amount of time. What a betrayal."

Another fire lights itself on his shoulder and wheezes back out again. Without paying much attention to it, he brushes the resulting salt off his shirt.

"Help me take it apart and sort out how to make it destroy things."