"Thank you," says Philippus, shrugging. And punches her.

And then catches her before she hits the floor, poor child. This will just take a moment--

--the door doesn't open.

"Hades and Tartarus and all the pits below," she says, backing up a step and thinking. The next step is usually to break it down, but if it's warded as well as magelocked she's likely to get herself frozen or stunned or turned into something small. "Right-"

She has work to do.

The traditional place to hide unconscious bodies in Wolfram & Hart? The closet.