John quirked a brow. "But we don't have apples. So what's that mean, Iris and I shoot in your general vicinity?" He didn't like that plan. She looked like a wreck, and it was a rule that you never handled a gun when you were a wreck. You were likely to miss whatever you intended to hit. And if you were trying to miss, well. It was just bad. "I dunno if that's a good idea."