Reno had long since forgotten about the beads which were currently residing in the bottom of his pocket along with his lighter. He had paid enough attention to find out what they were for before quite quickly losing interest in the concept. He did notice the ones that other people held as a matter of observation and the fact that this place was, in mind, fucking weird.

He saw her standing there, flipping the beads around in her hand while looking about with something just might be curiosity. He couldn't help but wonder...

Black bead - wild card.

"Those preferences or just the handiest?"