Something wrong with the City? Bruce recalled Beauty explaining the odd behavior in her cottage about being able to talk with the City. That it had befriended her. Was that part of this?
"I'm not sure exactly how I can help but sure. I'll do what I'm able to help you and....Fred." Bruce had no idea who Fred was, but he was sure Beauty would remedy that for him.
He was technically a hero, one of Earth's Mightiest, or whatever Fury was calling them. It was his duty, like it or not, to help.
He would have to teach Effie how to further care for Edward while he was off saving the City. "What did it say exactly was wrong with it?" He felt that was a fair question.
A sideways glance to a door across the warehouse, one with a green question mark painted upon it, and Bruce took a breath as he returned his gaze to Beauty. He knew the answer probably wasn't simple, but if they had more than one mind working on it then it was a sure fix.