Now, Iris's was a secret that wasn't about to hurt anyone. John needed one of those. Shit, did he even have any of those? He didn't think so. Stuffing his hands into his pockets in lieu of rubbing his head more, he looked at the open box. "Anyone wanna see what's in here before I say anything myself?" he asked, trying to stall for time something desperate.
Flipping the lid back, he pulled the gun out of the box. Well, that was just dandy. Eyes widening slightly, he opened the chamber with easy familiarity. "Shit." A single bullet was in the chamber, and he emptied it into his hand, holding it up. "So who's shooting who?"