His hand closes around the neck of the figure on the floor- then passes through it, her form flickering out of sight. Likewise the armoured woman running down the hall disappears after a mom reaching the next intersection, leaving the one with the gun now trained on the heat signature.

There's a tremor to her aim as she fires at the heat signature of the figure, 2 or 3 shots before she turns to run. An invisible assailant. Connie's familiar with only one of those...and in this fresh hell? She doubts she'd fair any better against a monstrous reflection of Texas than she did the last time Connie saw her.