Yeah, yeah, okay — ( a vague wave of her own hand, and kimberly fishes through clary's abandoned clothes to fish out the wand. ) — I'll get your shit. Don't worry, Ariel, I'm not going to let you lose your thingamabobs.

( she's teasing. a little. clary is acting a little melodramatic, though, so she kind of deserves it. )

We're going to have to get you out. Maybe a wheelbarrow or something. I'll have to ask around, see if anybody has any ideas. ( kimberly peers down at the screen of her phone, as if it'll summon a message to come from the world beyond. ) If Baby would text me back, I'd ask him if we could fill up his trunk.

I don't know what his deal is. He hasn't texted me all day.