Izzy isn't really thinking about the way that she's coming across; normally she's much better at...emotions and being social, but right now she's experiencing more than a little bit of brain-fry. The idea that everything that she recalls is a false, is just a glitch, is like a clamp on everything. That's probably why it had taken her so much time to get through the orientation.
Despite having given in...it still didn't seem right. Isabelle still didn't have the slightest clue about how she was going to move forward with all of this. How was she going to get rid of the memories? Dealing with the memories weighing on her wouldn't work out well....because all Izzy could think about was her family...and the vast differences between her memory and her reality here.
Reaching up to rub the side of her neck (over the rune, but it couldn't really be a rune if she wasn't a shadowhunter, really), Izzy bobbed her head in acknowledgement of what Steve was sharing with her. It all looked so different from what she was accustomed to. The young woman moves behind her tour guide, trying to file away what she's hearing for later when she needs it. She mostly manages to hold onto the fact that there is, apparently, a nightclub here. "You're not big on dancing, then?" Izzy throws the question out, finding that a little bit easier than everything else (the logistics).
Izzy continues to walk, hating her footwear more and more by the moment. She feels like she's slumping, which is something that she can remember ever being an issue before. Frump. Frump really is the only way to put it that she can think of. The tiny frown on Izzy's face is the only sign of her thoughts, but her eyes go between her surroundings and her tour guide. The layout seems to make sense, sort of, anyway. "I think I've got the layout." Izzy nods, thinking that this place is complicated, but she sort of gets it, anyway.
Her mind starts to wander a little bit, though, looking up at the....faux sky and the general not-quite-real aesthetic of the entire place. Izzy hopes that she won't get lost in this place, but she gets the premise of all of the over-arching sections of this place, and then broken down into sections within that. Izzy walks, confidently in the direction Steve guides her, taking in the people....all of the people. A part of her feels like this isn't quite....right. That's mostly, because her memories.
She's used to a relatively big city, but this is just....different.
The petite woman fights the overwhelming nature of everything trying to assault her at once, instead realizing she should probably just take in one thing at a time. That thing just so happens to be Steve's face...on a poster. She skids to a stop in her boots, brows furrowing at the words. "So, were you going to mention that you're a celebrity around here at any point?" Izzy raises her voice a bit, just to be sure that he hears her despite not having pulled him to a stop before doing so herself. "Or did you think you'd manage to hide that with posters scattered around?"
Izzy lifts her hand up to point at the poster, that grin tugging at the corners of her mouth again.
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Despite having given in...it still didn't seem right. Isabelle still didn't have the slightest clue about how she was going to move forward with all of this. How was she going to get rid of the memories? Dealing with the memories weighing on her wouldn't work out well....because all Izzy could think about was her family...and the vast differences between her memory and her reality here.
Reaching up to rub the side of her neck (over the rune, but it couldn't really be a rune if she wasn't a shadowhunter, really), Izzy bobbed her head in acknowledgement of what Steve was sharing with her. It all looked so different from what she was accustomed to. The young woman moves behind her tour guide, trying to file away what she's hearing for later when she needs it. She mostly manages to hold onto the fact that there is, apparently, a nightclub here. "You're not big on dancing, then?" Izzy throws the question out, finding that a little bit easier than everything else (the logistics).
Izzy continues to walk, hating her footwear more and more by the moment. She feels like she's slumping, which is something that she can remember ever being an issue before. Frump. Frump really is the only way to put it that she can think of. The tiny frown on Izzy's face is the only sign of her thoughts, but her eyes go between her surroundings and her tour guide. The layout seems to make sense, sort of, anyway. "I think I've got the layout." Izzy nods, thinking that this place is complicated, but she sort of gets it, anyway.
Her mind starts to wander a little bit, though, looking up at the....faux sky and the general not-quite-real aesthetic of the entire place. Izzy hopes that she won't get lost in this place, but she gets the premise of all of the over-arching sections of this place, and then broken down into sections within that. Izzy walks, confidently in the direction Steve guides her, taking in the people....all of the people. A part of her feels like this isn't quite....right. That's mostly, because her memories.
She's used to a relatively big city, but this is just....different.
The petite woman fights the overwhelming nature of everything trying to assault her at once, instead realizing she should probably just take in one thing at a time. That thing just so happens to be Steve's face...on a poster. She skids to a stop in her boots, brows furrowing at the words. "So, were you going to mention that you're a celebrity around here at any point?" Izzy raises her voice a bit, just to be sure that he hears her despite not having pulled him to a stop before doing so herself. "Or did you think you'd manage to hide that with posters scattered around?"
Izzy lifts her hand up to point at the poster, that grin tugging at the corners of her mouth again.