Grace glanced over at Trudy with her eyes raised when her pilot took her arm, but she didn't pull away immediately. Instead, she waited a few steps before pulling out. At least she didn't pull out a cigarette until they were well outside the shop.

Ziva's response caused Grace to glance back at Trudy with her eyebrows raised. She'd gone twenty years without hearing anyone say they'd worked in Washington, or, hell, anywhere on Earth. She took a deep drag of the cigarette and blew it out.

"I can't remember the last time I heard someone say they worked in Washington."