Ziva, while not purposefully paying attention, had at least noticed the woman beside her. She was a good shot. If it came down to it, it would be an interesting fight, but Ziva doubted it would come down to that. Still, it was important to make the mental note, one never knew when such information would come in handy. It was part of her Mossad training. Always be prepared. While America had changed her, perhaps made her softer that she allowed herself to feel more, it did not take away her training. She still always made sure that she was prepared.
Hearing the compliment after removing her ear mufflers, the Israeli looked over her shoulder and took in Saffron's appearance, giving a small nod of acknowledgement.
"You are, too."
She looked familiar, someone Ziva had seen in the halls, the lobby, but had not talked to. Then again, Ziva didn't talk to many, though she supposed that in this place, she should change that. After all, they were in a war, it was important to know who one's allies were.
"I am. I'm Ziva." No need for a last name, no one would know who she was as it were. She had spoken to some people on the boards, but the only ones who knew her last name were the FBI and Abby.
"But yes, we can walk back together." With the craziness of this place, it would probably prove useful to have someone else there, just in case.