Bigby frowns. The sun.. hurts her? Sure, he's heard of people having very specific weaknesses before. He does too. But this place has so many mundies in it that he's caught by surprise when he realises it means the person in the box must not be a mundy in the first place.

He doesn't bother thinking on the sort of creatures that don't do well under the sun though. Not at first. Instead he glances around them, trying to find a solution to this problem. Seriously, has everyone just been letting her sit in a box without trying to help?

"How intense is it? I mean, would you be fine if we just covered up the windows in here for a bit?"

The man really doesn't want her to have to sit in a box by herself when the entire town is in chaos and lingering in the aftereffects of the despair and fear they all just felt.