Izzy’s not entirely sure what the hell she did the day before. Her brain is fuzzier than it ever is on a normal basis this morning, to tell the truth. She remembers being pulled for some special job, but after that…that’s when things get a little bit iffy. It’s got the shadowhunter both on edge and confused all morning as she tries to jump back in to what has (somehow) become her normal routine. That’s easier said than done, though.

Izzy moves through the commissary with preoccupation written all over her face as she gets her ‘food’ and her coffee. She’s decided that she was wrong. She told Zee she’d made food similar to this (or at least something along those lines) the…day before yesterday (or was it yesterday, Jesus, she doesn’t like this confusion) and she was wrong. Even her cooking isn’t this bad and that’s not her usual posturing to save face so that her brothers aren’t teasing her.

Because her head isn’t quite right today, Izzy goes for the third cup of coffee before even realizing how many she’s had—lord does she miss the good java, though. Izzy heads for the morning briefing, coffee in hand, looking for somebody to sit with…maybe even the guy who was pulled with her for the job yesterday…in case he remembers something, but…as always naturally, Izzy’s not picky and there’s a relatively open look on her face….even with the fuzziness she’s fighting.

It’s only a couple of hours into the work day before Izzy’s attention-span seems to fail. The morgue, and her lab, are not exactly the most social of place. The petite shadowhunter can’t stand the isolation. She’s practically bursting at the seams as she ducks out of her area, then again….if they weren’t trying to encourage it they probably shouldn’t have escorted Dr. Snow out of the hospital earlier. Izzy’s been juiced ever since, honestly. Her questions went unanswered, but she’s since forgotten that in favor of strutting through the halls in her newly-fashioned jumpsuit.

She’s hated the thing since she arrived, though, not the color so much as the fact that it’s flattering on a grand total of: no one. So, Izzy took a scalpel to the damn thing, removing the sleeves, cutting the collar out and creating something with a bit more of a v-neck (to show off the runes on both her neck and her chest), and finishing up her alterations by cutting the legs off into some short shorts. She’s still in hate with the boots, but finding heels isn’t as easy as hacking material off of her jumpsuit.

She makes several visits throughout the hospital, more than happy to talk to anybody throughout her journey, before making her way out of the clinical environment, unable to help but need to be anywhere else.

That was when she spotted him: Alec. Seeing her brother heading toward the armory had been, literally, the only encouragement that she’d needed to head that way. And to take the whip. Izzy’s missed her own electrum whip since arriving in Alpha, but to see her brother hovering near the whips in the armory, giving her that look full of sass that only he can manage, well, Izzy couldn’t resist. It’s not the same as her’s, but it’ll do. She’s more preoccupied in the armory, but still aware enough that she’s not ignoring everyone. She’s not particularly aware of when Alec disappeared, but she leaves the armory intending on finding him.

Maybe he took arrows? Maybe he had something in mind? She doesn’t know, but she needs to find him. The only problem is that there are so many people around. So many attractive people, and people that she hasn’t gotten the chance to meet yet…people that she really should talk to.