Frank nodded and gave her a bit of a smile. It was reasonable, and the offer had maybe been a little presumptive. But she was young, and sometimes young girls needed hugs. Now that the offer was passed, he felt comfortable just sitting for a moment, thinking about the layout of the mall.

As with the rest, he was clumsy and slow when he spoke. A few times he had to stop and really think about a word, and ended up finger-spelling it so that he didn't make an ass of himself--nothing worse than meaning to say one thing and saying something totally different. He did that enough with verbal languages.

"There's a toy shop on the other side of the mall," he said. "I've seen RC things in the window. Cars and trains and drones. All kinds."