"I traded mine out for some other clothes as soon as I had the chance." Isabelle flips her hair over her shoulder, more for added affect than anything else, still holding one of Clary's hands in her own. "Mine were magenta and hideous."

The color, really, was what made Isabelle dislike it. She loves color in her wardrobe, and she can make even a pair of plain scrubs look good, but the bright pink made it impossible to blend in. It's hard enough staying hidden without glamours and stealth runes and the like, she doesn't need the added hindrance of some bright-ass clothing. She's far more comfortable in her spandex and yoga shorts, anyway.

"There's a storage closet in the inn with some odds and ends in it, if you want something besides scrubs or overalls," Isabelle continues. "Or you can borrow some of mine. I don't mind sharing."

She smiles. Maybe clothing isn't something incredibly important here. They can survive the elements, and that's all that really matters. But it's the little things that count, and if Isabelle can pull something fashionable together out of what they have to work with, she'll gladly do it.

"Things are weird here." Isabelle leads Clary to the inn, pushing open the door. "Like, weird stuff happens, Clary. Weirder than what we're even used to."