*starts at the sudden knock* Shit— One second! (*because that isn't suspicious at all*)
*swipes Mabel from the desktop and bundles her back into her crate under his desk* *cracking up a little helplessly as she squeals her displeasure* Shhh, shhh, I know, sorry, we'll play later, okay?
*manages to get the crate door shut and straightens up, quickly tugging at his tie and trying to get the desk in some semblance of working order (completely failing to notice the antenna lying next to the mousepad)* Come in!