I assumed she wanted to know what I was doing here. That would’ve been my first question if I found someone in my room.
I held up my hands. “I didn’t mean to barge in. The door was open and then your catzel threatened me.”
“What?” she signed.
“What?” “Him. He growled at me.”
MacKinnon shook her head demonstratively and repeated her gesture, her eyebrows raised.
“What?” I repeated, earning another headshake. So maybe that wasn’t it then… “Oh, why! Does it mean why?”
Her elated nod answered my question.
“I came, umm… To talk.”
Her eyebrows flew up in an cartoon-like quizzical expression. She was really good at putting emotion on her face, even though it looked a little weird. But then, it was me who wasn’t used to this way of communicating. According to the binder, it was an integral
