"Flamethrowers would be cool... or hot." Clary scrunched up her nose as she released Sam's hand. Pessimism was easy though a part of Clary was hopeful that her things were still in this inn. She had gotten used to wearing jeans and having her leather jacket and was already tired of wearing scrubs.

She didn't hate them but she also didn't like them.

"I was in my room, drawing." More than that Clary had been trying to use her Shadowhunter powers but it never worked.

"Then I was in water again."