[Oh, M put effort into it all right. The man in question is sitting on one of the couches, dressed simply in a white button-down with the sleeves rolled up and jeans, with what looks like a large, bright red shrimp draped over his shoulders. Whatever the thing is, it's clicking angrily in Andrew's general direction. In true M fashion, he acts as though this is completely normal, instead waving his hand Vanna White-style in the direction of the apartment.]

What do you think?

[He pats the oversized shrimp.]

This is D. If they had their way they'd fight everyone who came through a Door. Don't worry, they'll calm down in a minute.