[If it weren't for the drawing, he'd probably be too alarmed to follow the explanation. Thankfully, there is the drawing, and it's far too cute - far too Angel to be made by anyone other than Angel in her right mind. Beckett lets out a shuddering breath as his panic recedes, and a moment later, is chuckling in wobbly relief.]

Ah. I see. I see. You can't - can't write any other words, either. But you can still think. Can you? Think words? We'll have to work with yes or no...