Clary felt her lips tug into a smile. Clothing wasn't important for survival but it was a touch of home that she was craving. "Either. I'd do anything for a tank top and a pair of jeans." Maybe not anything but she'd do a lot of things. She wasn't sure if she'd feel right taking Isabelle's clothes. First, she'll check out the storage area, after that she might ask her friend for some help. She knew what Isabelle's style was but there was no way of knowing if it was the same as what she wore here.

"That's saying something." She frowned as she stepped inside. "Think I can raid the storage area before we go up to your room?"

Clary was trying to think of things weirder than what they had encountered. It was stretching her imagination to ridiculous heights. She hoped that most of her theories and thoughts weren't true.