Keldar quickly folds his grandmother's toothpicks back into their pouch and stows them away. He holds up two fingers and points inside. He takes a small fragile flask in one hand, holds it up and mimes something with waggling fingers that might mean 'fire'. He points to himself, mimes throwing the flask, then points to Galwynn and Rapture in order, mimes hacking with swords, points to Tommy, waggles his fingers again with face screwed up in imitation of deep concentration. Then he raises his eyebrows to query whether this plan is acceptable.