"If you'd just lower your weapons," she starts, and is halfway to holding out both hands in the universal she hopes? gesture of 'I'm unarmed', when she's soundly kahwumped by that ecto-greenshooter-thingie. "I can explain this--eeeyicch!"

That red uniform? Is now green. As is Sariel's face. Splutter, sputter. "Hey! That was uncalled for. Please, drop your weapons!" Starfleet training's only going to go so far, here. Especially when you're spitting out green foam.