Clary might have been going a bit over board with Christmas decorations. She'd had spent most of the day inside the large house that was the welcome center hanging up lights and decorations. She had the stereo turned on, but softly, as it played christmas songs by various artists, some traditional, some more modern. The girl couldn't really bake, but she could go the store and buy pre-made cookie dough and bake that, which was what she had done. The entire building probably smelled like cookies, or like fresh pine, depending on where you were.
She was darting from her bedroom to the recreation room with a nutcracker figurine in her hand when she heard the door. Stopping, she tried to remember if anyone else was on staff at the center today.
With a quick shake of her head, she remembered it was just her. So changing her course, the red head moved from the recreation room and headed out into the front lobby, which was possibly the only room in the house that she had completed so far. Stepping through the door, she looked over to the guy who had just entered. He didn't look like he would be much older than her, probably around the same age physically. But what did that mean here?
"Hi." she said, planting what she hoped was a welcome smile on her face. "Welcome to the Los Angeles Welcome Center. I'm Clary, can I help you?" the only people who came here were people like her. People that ended up in this city with no real reason as to why, and were looking for help. You wouldn't find tourist information hanging from racks, that wasn't what this place was. It was a way to help you get settled into your new life.