Clatclit made a gesture with both hands, and clacked something at me. His attitude and inflection were unmistakeable.
I gave him the Earth equivalent of the gesture, raising my right hand in a sort of lazy wave. "Hello, yourself," I said. "Snow seems to be having trouble communicating with you."
Clatclit nodded, and seated himself on that stool.
"What's this about her brother Ted?" I went on. "She asked if you knew where he was, and got a yes-no answer."
The nod again.
"Do you know where he's at?" I persisted.
Clatclit made the same yes-no motion with his nubbly head that Snow had described. I thought it over.
"You know, in a way, where he is, but not specifically?"
Violent nods, three of them.
"Ah, so that's it!" I said. "Let's see. Can you take us to him?"