Faith is in full panic meltdown mode, and so her initial response to the mental contact is hostility, instinctively yearning to lash out.

Fortunately, she recognizes that, and she seizes on that feeling. She needs to get a hold of herself. That fight response can help. She just needs to aim it at the right targets- Yang's not the threat here.

She doesn't stop running, but she at least moves with more purpose. She sprints for the vehicles. The shields gave out under the onslaught, but she can at least get some space, some separation, something to protect herself. She jumps on top of her Jeep, staring around her wildly, still visibly struggling to control her panic. She no longer has her knife, but she's got her hands raised and ready to attack any Intellect Devourers that jump up after her. She's got this. She can handle this. She can-

"So you're just gonna take off again. Make us clean up yet another one of your messes."

That's not what this is, that's not-

"You go out that door now, you'll be running for the rest of your life. And my bet is, it's gonna be a pretty short run."

Stop!

The desperate mental cry does, at least, seem to keep the intrusive thoughts at bay for a moment.