Lilith waits, but the blow never comes.

The assassin takes a seemingly hesitant step back and remains motionless, his hands still poised to draw his weapons. "No," he says, and she draws her hand back to her chest, furrowing her eyebrows. "You cannot die... Not tonight...," the black clad man tells her, his voice's timbre changing into something much less sinister. 

"Oh," Lilith breathes, taking another step back towards the window, to put even more distance between them. Was this some sort of trick? Why would he break in here if he wasn't going to kill her? "I thought that's the only sort of business your order dealt in," the ginger fretted, blue eyes darting across the room and looking for something she could use to get herself out of this situation. She didn't trust this man, not for a second.

Lilith takes a third step back and jumps when she bumps into the edge of her writing desk, the abrupt action causing the old bit of furniture to shake, liquid sloshing over the side of a forgotten teacup in the commotion. Lilith's eyes narrowed in on the tiny teacup as she snatched it up and hurled it at the intruder's face. Not waiting to see if the cup makes contact she bolts to the window, undoing the lock and throwing it open with little fumbling, despite the adrenaline now coursing through her veins. 

Lilith climbs through it and hangs herself over the edge of the window, holding on to the windowsill with a white knuckle grip. The night chill is harsh and there is still about two meters between her and the brick alleyway below, but she's gone too far to give up now, so she steels herself for the impact and lets go. Her bare feet hit the ground first, but she loses her balance and falls hard on her butt. [i]'Get up, get up!'[/i] Lilith urges herself as she begins to scramble to her feet.