"I didn't know we had to kill someone!" a shrill voice suddenly pipes up from somewhere in the group. Chloe can't see the woman, but it's a good sign, a little sowing of dissent which works well in their favour.

"Shut up, Karen!" someone else snaps.

"You shut up," a third voice chimes in. "I know that guy, he's pretty nice. I don't want to kill him."

Chloe looks to Nate first, tries to figure out what his chances of getting out from under that knife are without an injury, then decides it's not worth the risk. She shakes her head at him, just slightly, telling him she doesn't want him to move. She's moved herself enough now that she can get a decent shot at the guy holding the knife and the gun, but from out of nowhere, another guy appears on the other side of Nate, flanking him.

Which is where she needs Coop to come in. With a slight jerk of her chin, as more members of this supposed cult begin to argue about whether or not they should kill Nate, she tries to indicate what she wants him to do. He doesn't need to shoot the gun, after all, all he needs to do is use the thing as a club and the man standing on Nate's other side will go down in a heap.

"Shut up all of you!" the guy with the knife shouts, pressing it too hard into Nate's throat at the same time and Chloe knows she can't wait any longer. Her gun lifts and slides into place and she squeezes the trigger, the report very loud in the enclosed space. Her shot takes him high in the shoulder, not placed to kill him, but enough that the knife and gun both go flying and he's thrown backward several stumbling steps before he collapses on the ground.

"Hit him now!" she shouts at Coop, moving forward to try and get the gun.