Voira smirked at the human. "Lets see. We have a bruised lung, a broken rib, a cracked rib, a shot hand, a shot shoulder, we're coughing up blood,  and we have blood loss we think. All in a days work of suddenly being ambushed and then fighting for our lives in a ship we were supposed to be welcome in. If we missed anything, it's because they're such small injuries that they're not even worth mentioning."  Voira's head snapped over to see Raa, the foolish girl, approaching the Turian and trying to calm him down. In a second Voira had her pistol up again and was aiming at clearly berserk cabalist. "Raa! He'll snap out of it or one of his teammates will. Get away from him." More quietly, she spoke to the human carrying her. "If the bastard so much as looks at her wrong, we're putting a bullet through his head." Fortunately for all parties involved, someone got ahold of him before Raa did something stupid and she had to start shooting. Something told her that the rest of the Cabal would not have appreciated that. 

"We here you, you whiny piece of scrap! Give us a break!" Voira gestured emphatically at Raa, sighing in relief when the Quarian obeyed and headed towards the shuttle. "When we get aboard, we're going to drink as much Ryncol as we have left, pass out, and deal with all this shit when we wake up. Good plan? Good plan."