Abby did know that Ziva wasn't the best at offering advice or at comforting, but she was a friend, and she had been there. Talking to Ziva was better than talking to Jenny or Tony who hadn't been in the situation they had. And really, just knowing that Ziva had been from the same point was comforting in some respect. It wasn't enough to put Abby's worries to ease on its own, but it was enough to help her open up, that Ziva understood without having to ask a thousand questions on everything that had happened. Tony and Jenny would no doubt have to distract Abby talking by asking for details on what had happened. And right now, that wasn't what she needed. She needed the innate understanding of someone who'd been there.
So even if Ziva didn't see that as comforting, it was. Questions was not something Abby was equipped to handle right now, not in having to explain she didn't know what happened to them all or the events leading up to it.
But okay. Say what she felt. That she could do. Because Abby had many feelings in regards to this.
"I'm anxious, like constantly anxious. That's not the amount of caffeine I consume on a daily basis coming into play there because this anxiety is that whole worrying about everyone involved and that we didn't make it far enough away from Ground Zero of the bomb to survive. I feel like there's a bomb that is about to go off in the next room all the time. I can't stop looking over my shoulder. I can't even sleep with the light off in my room. I'm also really scared. The complex having been under attack didn't help any of those feelings, but that's not exactly my point. I just don't know how to cope because I've never been in an explosion."
Everything came out in a fast-paced rush, which was more customary of Abby's pattern of speech. It had more the rambly touch to it that she typically had. Which was possibly a good thing because it wasn't forced. She was letting it out naturally. So there was that, at least.