[He huffs. He's exhausted with the Detective's babysitting and it's only been a day.
He tries again. Maybe a different approach will work.
Gogol points at himself, then flaps his hand like a beak in front of his mouth, points at Rebecca, and twirls his finger into a point towards the clothing.
If she doesn't understand, he's gonna start running out of ways to mime it.]
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He tries again. Maybe a different approach will work.
Gogol points at himself, then flaps his hand like a beak in front of his mouth, points at Rebecca, and twirls his finger into a point towards the clothing.
If she doesn't understand, he's gonna start running out of ways to mime it.]