So now they're both on the floor, both yelling, both flailing around in the dark. The door that doesn't lock keeps swinging into the wall as Mac tries to untangle himself from her clutches and from the mattress half on top of him.

"Get off me, bitch! I wouldn't have come in here if I knew you were a chick!" Mac isn't really listening to how incriminating that sounds, because he has other things on his mind, like trying to find the light. He paws at the wall until it flashes on, which means lighting up not only the room but this whole section of the hallway.