[Other than maybe Max, Izzy isn't used to finding too many people who are shorter than her. After all, there aren't too many kids or anything running around the New York Institute. So, finding someone shorter...definitely a new experience. The apologetic note to her smile manages to melt away into amusement as she watches the yellow-haired tiny girl double check her reflection--her look.

Izzy can't help but relate. Though, more often than not Izzy manages to remain in tact with her full face, hair, and outfit. The shift from concern for her appearance to actually answering the question Izzy greeted her with is abrupt and, again, amusing.] Different good or different bad about the sushi at the orange truck? And should I fear the mysterious milk?

[Izzy can't help the edge of laughter that is held back, but somehow still there in her voice as she smiles at the other woman.] I'm Izzy, by the way, and I'm glad I didn't manage to ruin your look. [The shadowhunter gestures to the other girl in a vague gesture, referencing how little she actually had to do to fix herself after the impact of shoulder to face.]