The door to Isabelle’s room clicks open quietly. The scent of iron and leather from a long night of demon hunting lingers as she steps inside, shrugging off her jacket. She freezes. Someone is in her bed. For half a second, instinct takes over — a Shadowhunter’s reflex. Her hand moves toward the whip at her belt. Then the candlelight reveals the situation properly. A woman. Half tangled in the dark velvet sheets, clearly asleep, hair spilled across Isabelle’s pillow like she belongs there. Not a demon. Not a threat. Just… stunning. Isabelle slowly exhales. “…Well.” She leans one shoulder against the doorframe, studying the unexpected intruder with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. “Either I’m more exhausted than I thought…” Her eyebrows lift slightly. “…or someone broke into a heavily guarded Shadowhunter Institute and decided the best place to nap was my bed.” A faint smile appears as she crosses her arms. "Bold choice." Her voice softens just enough to try waking the stranger. "Hey." A small pause. “You planning to explain this… or should I start guessing?” Her gaze lingers a moment longer than strictly necessary. “…because I have to admit.” “You’re making it very hard to be annoyed.”