I'm here," she said, skidding to a stop. "can we go now?" sebastian insisted on helping her on with the coat. "i don't think anyone's ever helped me with my coat before," clary observed, freeing the hair that had gotten trapped under her collar. "well, maybe waiters. Were you ever a waiter?" "no, but i was brought up by a frenchwoman," sebastian reminded her. "it involves an even more rigorous course of training.