"So you're getting what's required finished up so you can study what you really want." Izzy sumarizes easily, a smile pulling at her mouth. "And it's art at that...very cool!" She decides with an appreciative nod. Izzy's positive that her only artistic abilities lie in fashion and makeup, the thought crossing her mind almost immediately at Clary's mention of art. The question doesn't even give Izzy much pause, surprisingly enough.

"Oh, I'm definitely out of school." The answer to that piece of the question comes out without a moment of hesitation. However, that wasn't an answer to the job part of the question, at the same time. Did she have a job? She couldn't remember a title, a place, or function, but somehow Izzy knew that she had a job, one that left her feeling fulfilled and that was important to her. "I'm sure that I do have a job." The petite woman guessed, lips pursed in thought. "It's still a little bit fuzzy, but I remember heels and pencil skirts." And crime scenes, though she's not exactly ready to put that out there; she's not quite sure...what she does. "And that I do something that is important and helps people. Or at least, I think it is." It almost seems funny to say that considering the dark tattoos on her skin, but she trusts her instincts at the same time.

"That's easy enough to find." Izzy notes, curiosity on her face as they approach the cafe.