Clary looked up at her with a smile. "High school. I'm finishing my portfolio so that I can get into this art school. I don't take to many classes and usually end up having half days. Which is when I go to work." Mostly because she lived alone and still needed to eat. Luckily she was able to grab lunch at the cafe section of the shelter. It was usually a salad which was fine.

"Do you not remember if you have a job or are in school?" Clary figured that asking specific questions might help Isabelle remember. It had helped her when she was trying to find out more about herself.

She was patent, waving for Isabelle to turn off main street and then point out to a store front a little ways down. "There's the cafe."