Voira stayed on her hands and knees, gasping for breath. Her coughing fit seemed to have ended, but there was an alarming amount of purple blood splattered all over the ground and her forearms and hands. [i]That's....not good.[/i] She thought, hazily. She was aware of a battle going on behind her, but the sounds of combat (most notably the sound of ship fire.) were away from Raa and that's all that mattered right now. Deep breaths, even though they hurt. She had to get more air in her body. She had to get back up on her feet, and soon. 

Just because the fight wasn't near Raa didn't mean it wasn't going to get near the Quarian, or that they wouldn't have to move soon. Raa could give into her allergic reaction any second now, and she'd need someone to carry her into the ship. Muttering curses, Voira struggled to her feet, leaning heavily against the nearby wall, taking in the information her senses were giving her. More gunfire. Enraged screaming. The stench of blood that wasn't her own. Heavy feet pounding towards....Raa. Voira's eyes focused to see a damn near dead Krogan charging the civilians. 

Her eyes snapped open wide with fear. [i]Raa! NO![/i] One hand shoved herself off the wall, as the other reaching to draw out her shot gun. Blue biotic energy gathered around her as she drew her shot gun and then charged straight into the Krogan's side. [i]Snap![/i] Biotically aided or not, hitting a Krogan at that speed, with her weakened state, caused damage. Serious, rib breaking, damage. There was no time to focus on the agony though, the Krogan was going to get up at any moment and she had to protect Raa. She [i]had[/i] too. It was more on auto-pilot muscle memory and desperation that Voira began firing her shotgun at the Krogan, sending round after round of armor piercing slugs at the enemy.