The groaning way in which Logan told her to save the air was unfamiliar to George, and while she couldn't say she'd been scared of him, she did what she was told.
Upon hearing the sound of his blades - which she didn't know he had yet - George grew more curious. They sounded like blades, had Logan brought swords with him this time? Where would he stash them?
Finally, she was feeling some air. And seeing something. A familiar face was always good, and if George's face hadn't been half covered in shit, Logan could've seen her smiling thankfully. Instead, she saw his claws, her jaw dropped and her eyes popped. "Holy fucking shit!" She exclaimed, voice muffled by the debris.