Clary can't say she's met an amnesiacs, well, before now anyway. She flashed him a smile, it was surprisingly easy to smile around Sam. Even with this as bad and confusing as they were.

She looked down at the key she had in her hand with the witchlight. She turned it over and read the number to herself. "I hadn't actually thought of that." She felt a little silly. "They gave me the keys to my place. If I make it there I should be able to find other clothes, I'm sure." She hoped though Clary didn't sound all that convinced.

She looked up at Sam, returning to the smile that she wore before. "Thanks for the coffee. Definitely warmed me up but I should probably head out and get home before it gets any colder." Mostly any time after mid-day was going to be cold, basic logic reminded Clary of the functions of the sun and its warmth.