York has always been a lot of things but a coward isn't one of them. He's brave.

[ Options are slim as she keeps moving back. How could she have been so stupid as to not carry her gun? Or her stun baton? She's gone soft, made herself vulnerable thinking she didn't need to constantly on guard. ]

He was braver than me back on the Mother of Invention.

[ Her back hits a wall and she realizes she's out of options. This might get her hurt but she goddamn hates being on the defensive. Without a word she charges toward the shadow, hoping maybe she can catch it off guard and maybe get in a few hits. At the very least she wants to rip that helmet off its head. ]