Quagmire rummaged through his mind, unsure of what sign to make, so he shifted his body into a more relaxed position, which made the situation between him and the woman a little lighter. Then with a flash of inspiration, he started to move.
He moved deliberately, with every gesture calculated to bridge the immense communication gulf between the two of them. The woman watched him with curious amber eyes, her head tilted slightly as she waited for him to begin.
He started by pointing directly at himself with his right index finger, tapping his chest once to ensure clarity. Her gaze swiftly followed each movement; upon confirming the first spark of attention in her expression, he continued.
Then with slow and methodical precision, he extended his arm toward the door, his finger indicating the direction he intended to go.
