Tikki points the Kang’s muzzle at his head, finger tightening on the trigger,
then hesitates when she sees him going slack. A part of her wants to finish the 
job, dust the ork, blow his head clean off, but another, calmer part of her is saying there’s no need. For a moment, she could go either way.
The one thing she’s sure of is that Adama would laugh, even call her a fool, for
leaving the ork alive. That she could not stand.