Her eyes started to well up, only barely maintaining her composure enough to not cry. This was so very different from death. Before the undead hadn't bothered her, she hadn't seen them go through the change and she hadn't considered who they might have been before. The cynic in George had called their transformation an improvement.
George let go of of the djinn and covered her own mouth with both hands. She went through the motions of screaming but not a sound was uttered. Saying she found Jeanie annoying was only a to avoid finding her strangeness a little endearing, not unlike Deloris Herbig. Jeanie's sweetness was obvious, but George watched it change.
But the worst was knowing that somewhere, her soul was still in there. Trapped. Though George was in no danger, she didn't want to see the transformation complete. She took off running as fast as her skinny legs would carry her.