Izzy couldn't figure out whether she wanted to think about the angel Gabriel killing people (either on purpose or accident) or if she wanted to think about Alec in a bar. For the moment the second won out. Mainly because she couldn't even figure out how to wrap her mind around the angel at the moment. Alec, though, she knew better than the back of her hand. Reconnaissance, yes. People-watching, yes. Actively talking to people in a bar setting....not so much. That was a little harder for Izzy to actually imagine.
How long had her brother been here? Was he just that worried? Was he that desperate? Izzy wasn't sure yet, but it seemed rude to demand answers from an angel....especially considering the killing people on purpose comment. Besides, he might have thought she'd be there, from the sounds of it.
"I guess that makes sense. On both parts." Izzy tacks her second comment on, giving a little bit of a facial shrug. She shouldn't be concerned about him killing people, after all, he is in a human-like form. That means that he's not interested in killing at the moment. Plus, total honesty, Izzy's still shocked and doesn't have even the smallest clue of how to deal with an angel right now.
So, the nod she gave was forced...and mostly meant to acknowledge that she heard what he was saying about Alec filling him in. Izzy wasn't normally the star-struck type, but she was sure doing a good impression of it at the moment. "You're a lot different than what I'd pictured in my head, that's for sure." Izzy spoke before she could reign it in, giving a bit of a shrug to follow that comment up with. She hoped he didn't take offense to that, but he seemed so much less regal that she'd pictured in her head, she supposed. "I'm definitely with you on getting the differences ironed out, though." The shadowhunter agreed easily enough, reaching up to tuck her hair behind her ears.
She was really talking to an angel....this was real.
"Was he okay? My brother that is, is he okay?" Izzy asked, before she could help herself. "Since you've seen him, it can't hurt to ask, right?" She offered, a bit of a sheepish smile pulling at her lips, hoping that was okay. She couldn't quite fight the urge to ask, to be sure, even with the shock (and awe, maybe even a little bit of terror, and a few other emotions thrown in) of meeting an angel.
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How long had her brother been here? Was he just that worried? Was he that desperate? Izzy wasn't sure yet, but it seemed rude to demand answers from an angel....especially considering the killing people on purpose comment. Besides, he might have thought she'd be there, from the sounds of it.
"I guess that makes sense. On both parts." Izzy tacks her second comment on, giving a little bit of a facial shrug. She shouldn't be concerned about him killing people, after all, he is in a human-like form. That means that he's not interested in killing at the moment. Plus, total honesty, Izzy's still shocked and doesn't have even the smallest clue of how to deal with an angel right now.
So, the nod she gave was forced...and mostly meant to acknowledge that she heard what he was saying about Alec filling him in. Izzy wasn't normally the star-struck type, but she was sure doing a good impression of it at the moment. "You're a lot different than what I'd pictured in my head, that's for sure." Izzy spoke before she could reign it in, giving a bit of a shrug to follow that comment up with. She hoped he didn't take offense to that, but he seemed so much less regal that she'd pictured in her head, she supposed. "I'm definitely with you on getting the differences ironed out, though." The shadowhunter agreed easily enough, reaching up to tuck her hair behind her ears.
She was really talking to an angel....this was real.
"Was he okay? My brother that is, is he okay?" Izzy asked, before she could help herself. "Since you've seen him, it can't hurt to ask, right?" She offered, a bit of a sheepish smile pulling at her lips, hoping that was okay. She couldn't quite fight the urge to ask, to be sure, even with the shock (and awe, maybe even a little bit of terror, and a few other emotions thrown in) of meeting an angel.