She jumped out and whipped her head around, taking in her surroundings, before running to the guy she'd knocked out and stealing his gun. Then she ran at the door and punched. When it only dented, she got irritated at it and slammed the keypad next to it. She forced the slightly open door open like one might force certain stubborn elevator doors and kept running. There were alarms blaring, but she just ignored them. It didn't take much effort because it was second nature by now.
A guard showed up with an assault rifle. Where was she, the evil version of beyond maximum security? And what's even worse is that the guy stupidly shouted "Stop!" or "Halt!" or something like he actually expected her to do so. She laughed at him and punched him in the face while he peed his pants.
She made a few turns before greeting another guard with a flying half-filled ammo clip to the face.
Another two turns, another two guards. She shot one in the foot and tackled the other in the gut. She got up fast and noticed a window, which she immediately tried to jump out of.
She just bounced right off of it. 'Must be at least a foot thick!' She thought to herself (in between a few swearwords here and there). She stood up and was about to try again when she noticed what was on the other side of it.
She came up to it calmly and set her elbows on where the window sill was (if it could be called that), face filled with awe. She was only marginally aware of the gathering crowd of guards and guns. All that mattered right now was those beautiful stars.
When someone nudged her, she grabbed, twisted, and punched, all in one fluid motion and without looking away from the view.
When someone else came up close to her, she pointed the stolen pistol at where the head should be. When all they did was stand there she stopped aiming it and set her head on that hand as if the pistol didn't exist. After a minute, she looked at him and said, "You're really tall, you know?"
And then she fainted.
Nobody moved for a moment. Nobody knew how to come to terms with what just happened, or what to do about it.
Except the green woman.
Snore quietly enough that almost no one heard while everyone else figured out what to do.
An hour later, the captain came to the scene and gently told some marines to bring the wounded to sick bay, and gently lifted the woman from the floor with both hands and brought her to a room in the living quarters, telling Cortana to let her wake up alone, notifying him when it was time. He hadn't raised his voice throughout the entire ordeal, keeping his tone gentle, like he was dealing with his family back home. Once again, people were reminded of the man's ability to take control of the most bewildering or crazy / messed up situation and make it straight again, and when it hit them exactly what happened from beginning to end, they all dropped jaws, with some fainting in awe of their captain, but all filled with pride and joy to be serving with such a great man.