... Suddenly the man feels like the worst equipped person to help her, and yet the best equipped person to do so. The worst one in the sense that Bigby is absolutely no good at dealing with dramatic teenagers, which part of this definitely seems to be. The best one in the sense that he's used to the supernatural. And somewhere between her claims about the sun, and the apparent blood drinking, and the.. are those bloody tears?

Well, somewhere between all of that, she definitely is some sort of supernatural being. A vampire, likely. And he's a whole lot better in dealing with that sort of stuff than with anything remotely related to teenagers.

He inhales, trying to stay calm, even though he's definitely squatting here now while talking to a closed box. Looking like a lunatic, no doubt.

"Hey, calm down. Let's talk about this."

Bigby pauses, seeing if she emerges from the box even a little bit again, or maybe just the lid slightly going up-- but regardless of whether that happens or not, the man does speak on.

"If you're so hungry, do you think drinking regular blood would help? Rather than whatever fake blood you got?" The man is speaking about it relatively calmly, despite the subject being so otherworldly. Just another day in Bigby's life, honestly..