Mr. Shudder suddenly bent over, as if in pain or about to throw up. The latter would not be good at a crime scene. Livvy was going to ask after his health when he asked about the sunrise. She looked at Reyes, her eyebrows raised. Turning back to their odd companion, she thought he didn't look like a vampire, one of the supernatural beings who would be concerned about the sunrise. She had encountered some during her time in Atlanta. Not an experience she had really enjoyed, though there were vampires that had been quite nice and cooperative when it came to dealing with some of their 'wilder' or 'new' or 'broken' brethren. Their words, not hers.
“Well, given its late January, Ah think that makes dawn around seven or just after, so it ain't here yet.”