Alec still didn't really understand where the hell he was. Okay, technically it wasn't hell. He'd been there and this place was much more pleasant than that dimension. Still... this wasn't New York. He hadn't been able to find his siblings or Magnus. Or any other Shadowhunters. Which was why his marks were glamoured so he'd look 'normal' even if he carried himself like a soldier instead of a Mundane.

Wandering around the island, he tried not to look too intimidating. His bow was magicked away so only someone with the Sight would notice it and he was trying not to scowl even if he was worried about his family. His expression turned from concern to something that Simon would have described as 'geeky' as he saw the skybike. His gaze moved to the staff and he arched an eyebrow before focusing on the rider. "Nice bike." For some reason it reminded him of the vampire motorcycles back home. "Can it fly?"