This, at least, was something Florrie could deal with, even if her own accent was more pronounced than usual because of her distress. "Excuse me, Healer, let me get her squared away."
Taking both of the poor cafe girl's hands in her own, Florrie soothed her. "Come on, lass, I'm here to take you down to safety. There's nowt to be afraid of any more, whoever it was is long gone now. There are Aurors downstairs--" which was also true of out in the cafe but Florrie wasn't going to argue the point "--and all will be well. Come on." It took her a few minutes to get the terrified girl, who was no older than Florrie, out of the pantry and handed off to another mediwizard who was going to look her over for shock and probably, Florrie hoped, get hold of her emergency contact to send her home.
"Thank you for your help, Healer," Florrie told Mulciber when it was over. Not that he had, actually, and had probably hurt because he was clearly agitated himself. By the time you got to his level, you lost most of your patient skills, as far as Florrie could tell. (If you'd ever had any in the first place.)