There were a lot of things that Cordelia didn't know much about, just as there were a lot of things that she did know about. However, at this particular instant, there was one thing and one thing only that she knew with absolute, crystal-clear, startling clarity. She knew it better than she knew her own name, in fact.
If she didn't get out of here, and fast, she was a dead woman.
Unfortunately, the pain from her vision didn't seem to care much about that fact and decided to nestle itself deep inside her head. Still, she had managed to drag herself to her feet (albeit by gripping the edge of the desk for dear life) and even take a couple of pain pills by the time the thunking started. Which is, of course, when she realized that getting away might not be as easy as she originally thought.
Still, she had to try. So on legs as unstable as a newborn fawn's, she stepped away from the desk and stumbled her way to the counter. Her vision blurred slightly around the edges and she grabbed ahold of the smooth surface to keep from falling over. Shaking her head, she slowly released the counter and took a step away from it. Then another. And another. She was nearing the circular couch - about halfway across the lobby - when she hesitated.
Her attention went to the weapons cabinet against the wall to her left. Should she grab something to defend herself with? It seemed like a good idea, since obviously she couldn't run forever. Her mind made up, she turned toward the cabinet and, grateful that legs finally seemed to be stable enough for her to move like a normal person again, she crossed the room to the collection of weapons she'd spent the past few years learning how to use. The thunking sounded as though it was getting closer but, now that she had a bit of a plan and was mobile again, she wasn't quite as terrified as she had been moments earlier.