Izzy doesn't like this place, not at the moment. Then again, she didn't when she first stepped into the world that this place is either. From the forced....videos and paperwork, to the artificial environment, and being told that her memories are all false...are glitches...it's all felt wrong from the word go. That assessment was leaving out Izzy's complete displeasure at the fact that she was wearing clothing that she would rather burn than actively choose to wear.
Treason. That was the only reason that she hadn't actively done anything to her clothes, or her boots, despite hating them with a burning passion. She felt like a frump. She'd gotten too much sleep. She wasn't used to this place at all. Isabelle Lightwood was having a no good very bad couple of days.
It wasn't the schedule that bothered her in the least. She could remember the strict training schedule that she had kept up when she'd been learning how to fight and being educated on how to run the institute, as well as her medical education. She was the best damn forensic pathologist in New York. That felt real to her. And yet it was supposedly a glitch. Treason again.
It was probably a good thing nobody could read her thoughts; she was trying to settle in here, though, it was just easier said than done. It was the sour look on the man's face that got her attention. It was an interesting mixture of frown and glare; it reminds her of the brother that she's still not convinced is just a glitch in her programming. She remembers his frowns, and the fact that they made his smiles all that sweeter, and memorable. The guy seems much the same, or at least similar. Plus, Izzy's never been the shy type, or at least that's what she remembers about herself.
So she doesn't bother to ask as she takes a seat next to him, reaching up to tuck her hair behind her ear and inadvertently exposing the rune on her neck. It's easier to not think about her own disappointments and confusion when talking to someone, like with Steve when she was first released. "You do not look like you're having a good morning so far." Izzy notes, the tiniest of smiles pulling at her mouth. With Alec there would have been more teasing, of course, but she doesn't know this man like she believes she knows the brother that she isn't sure is real. Hopefully, though, he is...even if he isn't here. Though, she's sure he wouldn't like it any more than her.
Izzy's always gone forward with confidence, in whatever she does, and now is not difference...frump, displeasure, and confusion be damned.
"Not a morning person, handsome? Or just one of those mornings?" She asks, trying to get the chance to know someone other than Steve started. He'd be the firs of many. Lord knew she was going to have to make friends if she was going to make it here. Though, she had more than that on her to-do list. One thing at a time, though, right?
MORNING BRIEFING
Treason. That was the only reason that she hadn't actively done anything to her clothes, or her boots, despite hating them with a burning passion. She felt like a frump. She'd gotten too much sleep. She wasn't used to this place at all. Isabelle Lightwood was having a no good very bad couple of days.
It wasn't the schedule that bothered her in the least. She could remember the strict training schedule that she had kept up when she'd been learning how to fight and being educated on how to run the institute, as well as her medical education. She was the best damn forensic pathologist in New York. That felt real to her. And yet it was supposedly a glitch. Treason again.
It was probably a good thing nobody could read her thoughts; she was trying to settle in here, though, it was just easier said than done. It was the sour look on the man's face that got her attention. It was an interesting mixture of frown and glare; it reminds her of the brother that she's still not convinced is just a glitch in her programming. She remembers his frowns, and the fact that they made his smiles all that sweeter, and memorable. The guy seems much the same, or at least similar. Plus, Izzy's never been the shy type, or at least that's what she remembers about herself.
So she doesn't bother to ask as she takes a seat next to him, reaching up to tuck her hair behind her ear and inadvertently exposing the rune on her neck. It's easier to not think about her own disappointments and confusion when talking to someone, like with Steve when she was first released. "You do not look like you're having a good morning so far." Izzy notes, the tiniest of smiles pulling at her mouth. With Alec there would have been more teasing, of course, but she doesn't know this man like she believes she knows the brother that she isn't sure is real. Hopefully, though, he is...even if he isn't here. Though, she's sure he wouldn't like it any more than her.
Izzy's always gone forward with confidence, in whatever she does, and now is not difference...frump, displeasure, and confusion be damned.
"Not a morning person, handsome? Or just one of those mornings?" She asks, trying to get the chance to know someone other than Steve started. He'd be the firs of many. Lord knew she was going to have to make friends if she was going to make it here. Though, she had more than that on her to-do list. One thing at a time, though, right?