She had just lost her boxing match and walked wearily into the room, covered in fresh bruises. She was covered in blood, disheveled, and trying to undress in a corner, but got stuck. And then you had to walk in at this crucial moment.
"Perfect timing." Her hoarse voice was dripping with sarcasm. "Really. This is fucking perfect timing." She narrowed her deep brown eyes and said, "Three months' rent, right? Yeah, I know. Of course I fucking know, okay? I owe you three months' rent, but I don't have the money."