Cold, but no colder than her general view on humanity, though the more time she spent among the mortal race, the more...fondness she had despite her dislike of them. Predators rarely had a caring view of their prey, which led to the question of if this man was such a predator. He was at the very least an immensely cynical 'human', and at the most...she truly had little idea. The phasers seemed to be mostly painless, as much as she could tell through the lack of true intelligence the beasts presented. In truth, they were much like the Void, hungry and instinctive.

"Well, unfortunately, those two sections cannot be vented in the way you suggest, but if you are searching for efficiency, there's a strange rifle in security you might make use of instead of a phaser."

Though, picking the vermin off one by one was still slower than any of them liked.