Ziva usually just ignored the skirt chasing as she knew that it was never anything serious. There had been the time with Jeanne, where Tony was actually maturing and she thought that he might grow up some, but then he went back to his old ways, just with less heart. It had been strange to watch. But it was also proof that the skirt chasing was partially an act. Ziva just knew better than to outright call him on it. Breaking the illusion would not be a wise choice. She had made her comment on thinking Tony had finally matured and was ready for a real woman, but beyond that, she let it slide.
Quirking a brow as Tony went over to Mop Gibbs, Ziva then smirked as her prophecy came true in regards to Mop Gibbs smacking him upright the head and then Tony telling Mop McGee to shut it.
"See, I told you."
Oh, this was so going to be brought up at a later date. She'd find a way to remember it. But as she'd been on pain meds for three and a half weeks now, she was better adjusting to them, even if she couldn't really type still and sometimes got confused.
"Are you always so charming or is it just me?" The comment was deadpanned as the Israeli woman looked to her partner in annoyance at him saying that she looked terrible. She knew he was right of course, but still.
"Yes, you and Rory and Jess and Booth all say the same. It's very...." and she couldn't think of the word she wanted. So instead Ziva scrunched up her nose and made a disgruntled sound and crossed her arms. She was so sick of staying stuck in the medbay.