A crying child is a beacon to Chloe. She goes over to the young man, face filled with concern. As she looks more closely at him, there's a familiarity to his features. So she doesn't alarm him by looking worried herself, her expression softens and her lips curve into a gentle smile. She stoops a little so they're more on eye level. Stranger danger is a thing and she doesn't want to upset the poor boy any more.

"Hi. I'm Chloe. Things look scary for you right now but don't worry, I'll help you." She gives a sincere little nod. "What's your name?"