Trudy looked over Ziva's enthusiasm for the conversation and was surprised the beautiful woman hadn't become victimized by the culture shock. There was something about Ziva's gait, the way she carried herself seemed to exude layers upon layers of sensual intimidation. It was though she could just as easily melt a man where he stood as shoot him from a mile away with a sniper rifle. It was appealing, to say the least.

"Well, shall we head out?" Trudy said as the church approached them from the horizon.