They absolutely care. One time I tried to take a pack of cigarettes from behind the register at the chemist because no one was on register and an utter stranger had a coronary at me. You can't just change the music.

[ these are the rules of society as marcus was given to understand them, as someone who drifts through normal life like a tourist and hasn't quite adjusted to its daily rhythms. marcus' life is travel. it used to be on airplanes and trains and ships, and now it's a road trip bookended by dirty motel stays and sleeping intermittently in the passenger's seat or the bed of an old pickup. either way, he knows there are rules! he just hasn't really cared for their contours.

his eyes flicker to the nail file and he ROLLS!! HIS EYES!! and rustles the paper defensively ]

What you are robbing me of, is music with actual instrumentation. I might have preferred a stickup, actually.