George had heard him yelling and - once he was done rubbing his nose after Fred shoved the door in it - glared at his brother. "I am NOT going back out there until she's gone! Get Verity to shoo her out! Or you go listen to her for once. Why's she even hanging about again? Don't we have something that can get rid of pesky hags?" Where was Ang when you needed her. She'd probably be good for running off unwanted and terrifying hag-types.
George rubbed at his nose again, then peeked through the door again before shutting it hastily. "We ought to tell Verity that getting rid of chatty old mole-people is part of her job. It's not as if we pay her just to be fit and help people buy things." Actually that last bit was exactly what they paid her for, but nevermind that.