There is one bit of cyberware that may let Motoko survive this... in style.
Motoko was falling. She was falling and didn't have a keren or sandy so she only had seconds to evaluate all the options. It was enough time.
Ichi and the client had just exited the building when, with a whumph of displaced air, Motoko landed in a perfect three point superhero pose, taking most of the shock on her professional grade cyber ankles (and one cyberarm).
Then she immediately ruined the pose and street cred by rolling away to disperse the remainder of the kinetic energy in a traditional parkour move before just plopping onto her back.
She just lay there for a minute, bleeding from the cut and groaning.
"Motoko?" Ichi stopped and asked.
"Matrix cosplaying gonk stabbed me and threw me out a window. Joke's on him, though. When I hit the planet, it gets too scared to hit me back," the purple-haired girl in question reached in her pocket with her good hand for a Maxdoc and inhaled.
Slowly, Itchi watched his choom rise up from where she lay and crack her neck and back.
"There's only room in this city for one preem cosplayer solo merc and it's not him. Time for round two!"
Motoko walked over to the elevator, waited the long minute until it came down and opened up. Then she got in, frowning at the horrible music playing; and slowly made her way up back to the apartment.
"Okay, yeah," said the client girl, "I think I got my eddie's worth."