Despite what her programming asked of her, Elphelt avoided violence at all costs. Words over fists, hugs over bruises, flowers over bullets; gentle actions could accomplish so much more than any method of brute force could. So the loss of her weapons, while a bit of an issue, were not a great concern to her.
Rather, it was the loss of her roses that was causing her distress. On the incredibly likely, totally possible chance that someone wished for her hand in marriage, she'll have nothing to throw when it was time to toss the bouquet!
"If they didn't want me to hurt anyone, then even a basket of daisies would have been..." She sighed, tossing the BB gun back and forth between her hands. If only it could transform into a bundle of flowers, she could just throw them like so--
And subconsciously, she did just that. Throw the gun far over her shoulder before she could make sense of what happened. But she had enough time to react with a grimace and a cringe when it landed on someone's head.
"I didn't mean to-- I-I was only-- oh gosh, I'm so sorry! Should I get you a band-aid? Or I could kiss it, I hear that helps bumps go away faster!"