Should You Assassinate Her?

You're seated in a nearly empty bar, with just the waiter and one other patron present. Between the lingering stench of cigarette ashes and the dim lighting, straining your vision, you start to question why you accepted this last job. "I should've just retired already", you think, as you place the rim of your whiskey glass against your lips. Two seats down, a young woman has been nursing the same cocktail for the last thirty minutes. Her brunette hair cascades just below her shoulders, with a few strands gracefully coiling around her neck. The low-hanging lamps reflect in her chestnut eyes, though her gaze stays fixed on her glass. You find yourself unable to resist admiring her beauty. It's a shame that you've been hired to assassinate her. You don't know the reasons behind it, but the bounty was substantial enough that you didn't feel the need to ask questions. Right on time, the barkeep excuses himself, leaving just you and the young woman alone. What will you do?