She couldn't get to her rappelling line to catch herself in time, she could just tell he had thrown her too fast for a save. So all she could do was curl up tight and brace for the impact. The glass hit her worse than a bellyflop into cold water and she didn't know how many times she bounces through the shrapnel. She had enough pull to push the alarm button the Heroes for Hire gave to their members, even the morally gray ones, before passing out from the damage.