"Yeah," Alsia replied to the question, sounding serious like she had previously as she took a few more steps into the room. "Probably just another damn rock." She offered helpfully. As she continued to reply to the guards she adjusted her grip on her rifle slightly, nudging the cloaked man behind her slightly to her right as an affirmative response. "A bit of a dent but no hull breach. Else I'd be trying to breath without air right about now." 

"And we all know how well that works." She made a gagging noise as she kept walking, now almost level with the guard on the left, barely a foot away as if she was just going to pass him by. Of course that wasn't going to happen. In mere fractions of a second the face guard of her helm had opened up slightly and something lashed out from within it with a force greater than that of a gunshot from extremely close range. The guard would have only a fraction of a second to react before the strange fleshy and ropey 'spear' would ideally punch through his own face plate and destroy his skull. The 'spear' in this case being Alsia's transformed tongue.