Syrlya looks between Strange and the cashier for a moment. "I suppose I'll start with seven dollar's worth as well."

It means they'll run the same amount of games, at least, and figure out where to go from there. He does give the prize wall a cursory glance while the teenager cashes out the tokens, but for someone used to always moving on his feet or keeping sentimental objects of the dead, with no room to be very material, he's less invested in aiming for a specific prize.

He juggles them in one hand when they're passed over, stepping aside to give Strange room to grab his tokens.