Sam was sitting on the edge of the fountain when Clary emerged. She moved to offer her a hand, but it looked like she could handle herself. Anyway, Sam wasn't exactly in the best of conditions to be helping anyone.

She felt...

She felt...weird.

It was, maybe, the least scientific word she could come up with, but at the moment, it was the only one rattling around inside of her brain. She was wet. She was cold. And she was fucking pissed off. None of these were particularly conducive to analysis at the moment.

"I wish it were the Matrix," she said dully. "Then, at least, I'd know fucking Kung-Fu."