Seeing the teen step forward, Ziva eyed him critically. He didn't seem to be injured. That was good. But something wasn't adding up. If he asked where he was, it probably meant that he was displaced. True, he could just be a transient... so it was too soon to know if she could tell him about the complex and the apocalypse. Still. This early in the morning? It was suspicious. Because usually people in either situation weren't exactly confident and smiling. Something was up.
The good thing was, she had both her gun and knife on her in case she needed to protect herself. Well, assuming this was a human and not one of the other beings that came through the Seal. At least he wasn't a giant bug thing that tried to kill people. Though he could still be a sociopath. Really, anyone who wore a confident smile while asking where they were and sizing her up? Ziva was on edge. Saleem had put that in her. She had sworn never to be taken alive and that bastard took her alive.
But right, answering his question and figuring out just what he knew, didn't know, and so forth.
"Lawrence, Kansas."
Right now, it was little information while figuring out what to do.