He ducks his head a little, pretty sheepish, glancing back at the street for a moment before turning his attention to Clary. Something about her is pinging something inside his head. It's not quite her, though. It's the pose. How cold she is. He bites his lip a little as he nods. Honestly, he's fine. The car stopped. It was just a bit of a scare.

"I'm fine. Sorry to scare you. I guess... I wasn't looking."

But he's still looking at her arms around herself, considering.

"You look cold."