[ to be fair, iris is easily spooked these days. being on the lam will do that to a person, he supposes, but it's not like he's got any real frame of reference here. at cal's concern, though, he tries once more to laugh it off, waving his own hands in the air in a dismissive gesture. ]

No, you're good!

[ he quiets a moment, then lifts one of those hands to rest it behind his neck, feeling the skin there begin to heat up with embarrassment. ]

Sorry... it wouldn't be the first time I'd made a pretty big mistake, so I guess I just got jumpy. I'm not much of a fighter, anyway. I probably shouldn't be allowed around weapons.