[Or shotguns. But Rhys sighs, yes they're bullets, but doesn't bother explaining further.]

Bit of both. Actually- no, none of the former. Not usual. I went down to a planet that's basically hell incarnate to... well, to, uh, do something important. Everyone on that planet hates Hyperion. Everyone on that planet also has easy access to guns, no mental health facilities, and a lot of free time on their hands.