Shor'Gen disregarded Gogo's initial hostility, instead preparing his medical tools. Gogo's case was a dire one, especially in this situation. Shor'Gen had none of the prep necessary to deal with these kinds of injuries, yet he found himself with no other choice but to operate. He cursed his luck. Had the medbay been set up, he would've been able to treat Gogo without a problem.
First order of business was her arm, or what was left of it. It was something he could salvage, hopefully. pressing a button on the side of the table, a tray loaded with an extensive variety of sanitized medical tools sliding out with a hiss. He took up the necessary tools in his lower claws, and they went to work, using heat-fusers and fleshmelders to seal whatever gaping cuts he could, and applying synthflesh to the cuts he couldn't. After her arm, he'd move to her body, to the several concerning bullet wounds. Using his dextrous claws, he snipped open those wounds and plucked the bullets out, discarding them onto a tray. After sealing those wounds up, it was the most Shor'Gen could do for the nymph without havinganything else. Once he got the necessary samples from the crew during their physicals, he could get the medbay's Organ Printer up and running, and he would be able to replace her lost teeth.
To finish the job, he used a handheld sanitizer to disinfect and clean her entire body, and placed her arm into an autocast so it could finish healing over time. Bandages for the rest of her body, and she was more or less done. Shor'Gen lifted her from the table, and set her down onto the operating room's counter, initializing the automatic sanitation process for the bed.
Poking his head out of the operating room, he looked to Terra. "I will see you now. Come inside." He said, before turning his head to look at the nurse, who was finishing up with the other wounded man.