In a haze of panic and shock, Max sees the knife fall. She should... she should kick it away or something. Take it so he won't be able to use it on anyone else. But it's on the floor near him, and she doesn't want to step any closer.

Sh-shit, she whispers against the pain. First with hesitation, then with growing resolve, she backs away. A moment later she breaks into a run, still clutching the wound on her shoulder.

Time to get the hell out of dodge. She runs to the nearest stairway, and in a few moments is out of sight as she climbs upwards.