Clary looked up at him with a skeptical stare. "Right." It wasn't better but Clary was trying to ignore it. She wanted him to show her where the bulletin board was before going on her own way. That and given his earlier short, blunt statements, she came to the assumption that he was very bad at talking to people and probably not awkward on purpose.

It was a little like being around a high schooler.

She exhaled a slow breath. "We're almost at the inn. It's that building there, right?"