At fist Clary was confused. Her joke hadn't been that great but it was nothing to leave over. When Randel returned with a pair of sweat pants she smiled.

"It's not that far." She didn't think. "But thanks."

She took the sweat pants, happy for an elastic waist band and quickly pulled it over her thin pale legs. She easily put it over top of her dress but still had to roll both the waist and the legs. She was short and she was very aware of that fact.

"Okay. That should work." At least for a short term solution.