George waited until he had rounded the corner. There was no way to tell how long he'd be gone, and the further she got herself and the dead guy from the corpse and the good doctor, the less explaining she would have to do. Bullshitting may have become one of her primary functions, but it took alot of effort, and George only exerted alot of effort when she was forced.
So, after grabbing the still-stunned soul by his incorporeal jacket, she skeedaddled around the opposite corner. It would get where it was going, reguardless of whether it was a few blocks over from it's body.