Lara, despite being a newcomer to this world, wherever it was, had understood the man's curse in his native tongue and couldn't help but grin at his choice of words.  She knew a few choice words she'd have said herself, but any thought of them flew from her mind as she saw what became of his failed attack only to be stabbed in the back.  She pulled her gun from her hip holster and didn't think about firing it in enclosed quarters as this, she didn't even steady her arm before she pulled the trigger in a blind rage at seeing her ally be injured so mercilessly.  The resulting gore shower was something to be quite grossed out over as the cultist's heart was pulverized into so much paste and shot out her back as the bullet ripped through her like so much dust through a fan.  The wall was quickly decorated with the woman's innards, or what was left of them as Lara turned her gaze and her revolver at the leader next.  "I'd start running you bitch."  She had every intention of shooting the leader in the back, but she didn't need to know that just yet, and that was assuming her two friends didn't finish the woman off themselves.  She kept her gaze and her gun leveled at the leader as she knelt beside Orrin and tried to examine the wound without taking her eyes off of the target at the same time, cold steel clear in her voice let alone held in her hand.  "Are you alright?  I don't know if I have anything to treat that right here, just hold on until we can get help for you."