Chloe gets there first, though only just, and she pulls back her foot and sends her boot hard into the face of the guy she's just shot. He howls as his nose breaks, but he seems desperate to spill Nate's blood and he doesn't stop moving toward the gun on the floor until Chloe steps on his outstretched hand and then bends to pick up the gun, holding them both trained on him.

"Nate. Coop. You boys okay?" she asks without taking her eyes off the guy on the floor. He's not the only danger here, though, and she's sure all three of them know it. Parts of this ridiculous cult might seem to think killing Nate is a bad idea, but there are plenty of others who seem to be thirsting for someone's blood. She doesn't have the slightest idea what they might be trying to do here, but she knows she doesn't want to find out.

Carefully, she tucks one gun into her belt, then ducks to scoop up the knife. Still moving slowly, still with her gun trained on the guy on the floor, she goes around behind Nate and works the knife carefully into the ties at his wrists to cut him free. Her hand is shaking just a little, the only indication she'd been at all worried that something here might go terribly wrong.

"Keep your eye on that one," she says to Coop, nodding to the man on the floor. "I'll get Nate free and then we'll tie him up. I'm sure he's got an extra zip tie or two."