A few different thoughts skittered through Clary's mind when she heard the unfamiliar voice. The first was, 'what blood?' which made her lick her lips and think, 'blood tastes really coppery and kind of gross'. The final thought was something along the lines of 'who is this?'

It was then that Clary finally looked at Credence. He appeared rather skittish, polite but also a little withdrawn. Maybe she was imagining it? Clary tried to picture how she would have drawn him in her mind. It was always easier when she did that but for the moment, nothing inspirational came to her. He'd be in sharp focus, that much she knew, and it would be a drawing of his whole body but the rest of the page would be blank. Maybe his shadow but nothing else.

Clary blinked at him before realizing that she should really say something.

"Yeah, I've had worse." She shaken but Clary rolled with the punches as they came at her regularly. "You okay? You weren't near the rocks were you?"