This might be the first time she’s really looked at these things, Dale realized. After the fiasco of the food list, she probably realized that I’d be able to explain the stuff to her better than she could figure it out on her own. He looked back at the gun. Had she already examined it? Was she the type of person—pony—who would fiddle with things until she figured out how they worked, or what they were for? He hadn’t heard a gunshot . . . so either she’d been smart enough to leave well enough alone, or lucky enough to have not fired the gun accidentally. 