The click-clack of her heels on the sidewalk is actually somewhat comforting to Isabelle, probably because it feels familiar and natural for her. She may not know where she's going, but the trek there is filled with her usual confidencere. Amusement pulls at her face, though. "A cat cafe attached to a shelter...that's pretty genius." Or at the very least a great way to get people interacting with the furry little creatures.

"I think I'm patient, so I can wait until we get there." Izzy's tone is teasing, mainly because she's actually not completely certain about that patient part. Now, though, she feels as if she can handle the wait from here to there. After all, Clary is the first person that has taken more than just polite time to address her.

"Well, considering it happens so often they must be used to it, by this point." Izzy shrugs, a perfect eyebrow lifting in curiosity, though. "School....college or high school?" Izzy can't quite imagine having memory loss while attending either of the institutions. So, she has a moment of happiness that she's not attending either herself.