The meeting was certainly tumultuous, to say the least. McThing sat placidly in his chair, waiting until he was needed or addressed, simply sizing up the others. The Hispanic man gave him a polite greeting, and McThing nodded in response, saying nothing. He wasn't sure what to make of the man, especially once he hurled his mobile against the wall so hard as to smash it. The woman had done something to his phone, true, but that hardly seemed like a proportionate response. McThing had broken plenty of expensive electronics in his time, but usually they belonged to someone else, someone who needed either encouragement or discouragement. This man might be one to keep an eye on.

They were joined in the room by others, a couple of pretty women and another man, by the look of him perhaps a little more street-level than the others. This last man might be the closest one to McThing's level, and so the giant favored him with a small nod. 

He continued to sit quietly in his designated place, though his eyes kept drifting to the laptop computer placed at each seat at the table. Vaguely, McThing wondered what those were about.