Jace didnât answer the question about his runes, uncomfortable lying to her and knowing he couldnât tell her the truth.  Who knew what the Angels would do to her if he said anything remotely alluding to the Shadowworld.  When she mentioned drawing them he gave her a sharp look, not expecting that in the slightest but it pained him to know.  She likely was looking for the knowledge ad only finding faded remnants, unable to grasp what her life had been.  And even if heâd give anything for her to remember again, he wouldnât dare try.  âYou couldâve seen them on other people before.  Some of them are pretty popular markings.â  Her offer to show him around the fair was a tempting one, but he forced himself to shake his head.  âItâs alright.  IâŚthis really isnât my sort of place.  But donât let me hold you back.  I hope you enjoy you have a good night Clary.â He shifted to walk off, hoping sheâd just let it go and go have fun being mundane.
strange encounter ; or at least it would have been if the redhead hadnât caught the lack of sharing her name, forcing her to leap forward. â hey, wait a second. â confusion could be heard within her tone. as if thingâs didnât feel strange enough with the recognition of the tattoos, but how did he know her name ?? it wasnât exactly common knowledge among, well, anyone outside of her little world. she reached a hand out to signal his attention, placing it on his forearm in a gentle manner. electricity ; removing her hand, similar feeling to pulling a cord out of the socket and getting electrocuted. â are you okay ?? â not sure if the shock had been a both way street or not. the feeling of comfort still could not be shaken nor the sudden determination for answers : at least on how he knew her. she took a couple of steps forward in order to block off his pathway if only for a moment. â sorry, itâs just - â she began, pausing briefly, â I donât think I ever told you my name. â