Since she had arrived in the city, Ziva had fallen into a schedule. She would get up before the sun, do her morning weapons check, and then go out and explore the city. She would go a different way each day, and just wander.

This time, she ended up near one of the gates, leaning against one of the trees and people watching. It had become a new hobby of hers, watching the people go and come into the city. Most of the locals ignored her, a few of the women would give her a glare as they walked past. She wasn't covered enough for them, apparently.

Well, that is new... She thought, watching someone she knew was a non-citizen walk though the gate. Well, unless somehow the citizens had started sprouting wings.