Koriand'r knew her starbolt was rather hot, even if she herself couldn't feel the heat of it. Likely and hotter by the race that pumped through her blood. The Tamaranian's were a race ruled by emotion and Koriand'r didn't allow her emotions to go unexpressed. Instead of using her flight to stand up Koriand'r forced herself to stand on her own two feet. 
Her firey red locks fell away from her face as she glared at her captives. Her almost solid green eyes clearly holding anger in them. Koriand'r was a warrior who had become a science experiment to far to many creature. But if she could escape the terrible Psion's surely the meek creatures of earth would be no challenge. So in those moments Koriand'r broke her silence." Niatra Vik." She hissed. Taking a few steps towards the genomorphs.
She recalled her training and waited for the genomorphs to first approach her. When one did she grabbed hold of it's arm and spun, sending it into another. She looked very lion like, her red hair blazing and her teeth bared in an animalistic way. It wasn't entirely uncommon for Tamaranians to look this way as they we're decended from an ancient feline race.