he prickles a bit at the unstated criticism. he bends down and picks up the pistol. he opens the cylinder. five chambers are empty; in one there's a bright silver circle.
he pushes the cylinder plunger, dropping the silver bullet into his hand.
he jumps up and looks around at the window- at this point al has the .22 with its cylinder open in one hand and the silver bullet loosely held in the other.
his shoulders slump a little with relief- now that the scare is over, his relief is tempered with irritation. they're just a couple of hysterical kids after all, and jane is actually worse than marty. polly practical indeed!