Clary was surprised when someone answered the door. From the outside, this house hadn't looked like anyone was living in it but here he was, standing there looking down at her. Vibrant green eyes met Erik's gaze with very little awkwardness and no fear or uncertainty.

"Probably not." She admitted with a sideways twist of her lips. "I didn't think this house was taken." Though it was also minimally damaged compared to some of the others in the row.

Clary turned to look left and then right before pushing some of her bright orange hair behind her shoulder. The Shadowhunter rune tattoo's were burned into her skin, marking her neck and arms with the twist and swirl of ancient patterns and letters gifted to the Shadowhunters by the angel. "You think there would be resident signs or something." She had to keep reminding herself that this wasn't anything like Brooklyn or the Institute.