Lady Voca, Forgive this Harvester Weapons Officer it's untimely trespass. I was not oggling you, merely attending to a breach in my assault exo-armor bio suit.
<There is a gaping, sucking, smoking meter-wide plasma-disruptor shot through the chest of the twelve-foot tall exo-biosuit armor, as a tiny three foot by five inch tall glistening triple-jointed bug-alien works feverishly to repair the smoking breach inside the suit. A pair of silvery goose-egg eyes catching the sunlight from within blinks its horizontal sideways eyelids shut in pain, not used to the UV frequencies on Earth.>
Voca: "I... saw nothing but a freaky bug alien who got shot up."
