Strange's judgement of his remaining funds is utterly lost on Syrlya, but at least it means they can buy a shitton of tokens. He folds the bills nearly in his hands, looking at the front desk with a thoughtful hum. "Then let's ask."

He turns on his heels to approach the desk, offering the teenager a polite smile, pressing one hand against the counter. To his credit, with short conservation he doesn't look terribly out of place.

He cranes his head to look back at Strange as he holds out the money. "How many did you want?"