The things that were going through poor Lila's head were all jumbled up, even though it really wasn't much she was thinking except. OhGodOhGodOhGod. Get to the phone. Run. Oh God! Somewherein the very back of her head she was praying that her dancers legs could get her to either the front door or to her phone before anyone caught up to her.<br/><br/>When she fled she knew that one of those people were on her heels. She just had to be quicker. Her braid fell from the bun she had wrapped it into, and as she was about to leap over a little stool, she let out a scream and actually fell back against the man as he grabbed her messy bun.<br/><br/>Not thinking...Or maybe she was thinking. In either case, her elbow shot back quick and hard to try and get him in the gut. It might just give her the opportunity she needed. The front door wasn't too far away now. Had Madame Yelena locked it? They couldn't be -that- unlucky surely.