Gotham? What is that, like, a city full of goths?

[ Not his best joke, but he's distracted by petting Pacchan and Hana is probably on enough cold medicine that even terrible jokes make sense. ]

No place called that where I come from, or if there is it's so tiny I've never heard of it.

[ The tea kettle starts to whistle, and Cisco takes it off the heat, pouring out two cups of tea - some medicinal licorice throat coat for Hana, and some Earl Grey for himself. He heads towards the couch with the mugs, setting Hana's down very gently onto the coffee table near to where she is laying. ]

Ooohhhh, I get it. Got yourself a bit of a bad boy, huh?

[ She might be doing her best to keep up a happy face, but she really doesn't look like she's feeling well at all. Cisco might not have healing powers, but that doesn't mean there's nothing he can do to help. ]

Want me to braid your hair?

[ It would get it out of Hana's face, and Cisco knows from experience how comforting it can be, to have your hair fussed over by a friend. ]