Tikki shakes her head. A little mix-up in the vernacular here, Chey’s
mistake. She’s used explosive bullets on occasion, but doesn’t like them. They
limit options. She doesn’t want to have to worry about what’s going to happen to
her hand and maybe her whole arm if she jams a gun into somebody’s gut and lets
off a round. Also, in this particular case, explosive bullets wouldn’t suit the
work she has in mind.