She knows, logically, that it's not real, knows that reality is playing tricks on her. So when she sees the massive, fur-covered predator coming toward her, her brain immediately starts screaming at her. Monster. Threat. Kill the threat. Kill it and the rest of this goes away.

She knows it's not rational, she knows it's insane, but it's so hard to resist the impulse, to not just lash out at the first tangible enemy she can see, the first monster she can kill.

Fortunately, Yang's mental presence cuts through that and inflicts clarity on her mind by force. A friend, not an enemy.

The fear subsides a little, but she still can't clear the haze of warring impulses, the overwhelming urge at once to flee and to start attacking everything that moves, or maybe both at the same time. Instead, she nods numbly, shrinking back from the brain-like creatures she was ineffectually trying to fight and letting Yang take over.