Saffron wasn't the only one who didn't trust people much. The only people Ziva trusted was Team Gibbs. Not even her father had the Israeli's trust. Not after Somalia. Somalia changed everything but Ziva wasn't about to think about that right now. No, right now, she was talking with another woman from the complex and walking home with her. Which was all fine and, what was the term, dandy? Yes, that was the term the now FBI agent was looking for.
"It would. And I know enough. But the long way is fine." After all, Ziva had to learn the place in order to be proficient at her job. So she had studied and explored, though Booth usually did the driving when he was on the job. Somehow he was mostly running the FBI, yet he wasn't there as much as she was. It was peculiar. But no matter, Ziva didn't question her partner. He had least had her back, all the rest would come later, she supposed.
"I've been here about a month with my co-worker, Abby. What about yourself? How long have you been here?"
Polite conversation, but it was conversation all the same. And at least there wasn't fighting. Ziva wasn't sure about Saffron, but she wasn't going to let her get the slip on her, she was observing her very carefully.