Shran: You may have been able to convince Archer, but I'm not so gullible. I don't know a lot about Starfleet weapons, but I believe this setting will bore right through that thick hide of yours. The truth. Now!
(In the corridor, MACOs and Andorians are fighting a running battle, and Starfleet win. Archer and the MACOs enter, guns ready.)
Shran: Stay out of this, pinkskin.