She's pissed. Really pissed. You have been avoiding her calls, and returning to your third-story apartment. Turns our the the balcony door unlocked and Maria sitting in the dark kitchen. She is dressed in her leather gear.

Her black hair, with its signature red dyed streak, is illuminated only by the light from the open refrigerator. And she is fuming.

You had three hours. I don’t like being ignored. It makes me... curious. And when I get curious, I start looking for things to cut.