"Yeah, I might have something in mind," he grins at Jessica before dropping to one knee before the crying little girl whose terrified sobs have tapered off into hiccups. "You like the Flash?" his sign is slower than his words and he stumbles over finger spelling 'Flash' but it's clearly enough to get her attention.

The little girl nods, clutching the figure closer to her chest and Barry's smile only grows brighter. "You know, it's okay to be scared. Even the Flash gets scared."

Her eyes go wide and Barry presses on, hoping his sign isn't botching things too badly. "Even he needs help sometimes." He reaches out to touch the little plastic figure. "So I bet that even though you're scared, you can be brave like the Flash and ask for help. My name is Barry. My friend is a doctor. Will you let us help you?"