George doesn't hesitate. Her bullets tear through her shadow's head and body like newspaper, though it's hard to tell if it's actually doing any harm. She is still advancing, though she does scream in anger when the bullets tear through her.

"You know better than that, Georgia!" the shadow screams. She holds up a hand and words swarm into a ball of writhing letters. She throws one at George then forms another to throw at Shaun. "Sometimes you have to actually deal with your emotions!"

"Shut up!" Georgia shoots the thing again, scowling viciously.