It's the last stone she picks up before she decides that maybe, just maybe, she should be avoiding this sort of invasive look into her fellow Beacon residents' lives. But it's different-looking than the others her foot's knocked up against, and that's enough, somehow, to get her to bend and scoop it up.

Sometimes she's calm and focused, and sometimes she goes for whatever shiny thing she can see.

But at least she recognizes the rest of the people in this particular memory, which means that there are only a few people in Beacon this could belong to. It's less guesswork than her other stones, for the most part.

Spotting Jo at the starting line, having gone herself to see what all of the excitement's about, she brightens.

"Hi there!" She throws in a wave. "Good timing. I, um, I have something for you."