He put one hand to his throat, and pointed an index finger at his eyes.
"... When Baxter was holding you as hostage?"
He pointed to me, then made a bang-bang gesture with the finger, followed by a point back over and above his shoulder, toward where that converter had been in relation to himself.
"Why did I blast the converter?"
Nod.
I stared. "What else was there to do? It was a little rough on Baxter, but I had to save you, didn't I?"
Side-to-side headshake.
"I didn't have to save you that way?" I remarked.
Ted was watching Clatclit with interest, I noticed, his eyes dancing with fascination at this better-than-code means of communication.
Clatclit shook his head.