[She'd put more of her weight behind the door to try and close it before he got in, so instead of jumping back and phasing again which MIGHT have saved her dignity (what's left of it), Lilith is right there in his grill and looking directly at him. Bright red, possibly infected slashes presumably dipping lower than her face and throat, squeezed left eye socket, etc, someone lost a fight baaadly.]
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Shit.