"Batman?" The Doctor had heard of him, but he'd gotten the details a bit mixed up. He liked human popular culture, but there were so many bits to remember across the years. He managed to narrow the genre down to 'superheroes' and even picked the right publisher, but missed the finer points of the secret identity. "The bloke in the cape? Reporter. Wears glasses as a disguise, which is--"
Brilliant, actually. Hiding a perception filter in a pair of glasses was brilliant. Like Batman or Hollywood celebrities, who felt that their dark shades would disguise them. He'd have to look into it. And...
...ah. Where was he, again? The Doctor snapped out of his thoughts and back to the present. "Yes. There are others; a little girl. You mentioned a fellow named Harry, and I'm certain that there are more. I'm going back in for them."
The Doctor bent his knees and crouched, his weight centered over his toes. This brought him closer to Fred's seated eye-level. He clasped his hands on his knees and tried to look her in the eye. "Do you think you need real medical attention?"