Answers, no. Half-baked guesses, at best. I'm not sure I understand it either, but it seems likely with all this world traversal we've done something was bound to get mixed up sooner or later. Maybe in coming from our Sources, to the First...? We'll sort it out, don't worry.

[After all, can't be "worse" than being pulled completely away from home against their will, can it? True, it was for good causes in both recent cases, but it didn't change the fact it may have been nice to be asked, in the case of the prismals. Suppose there was no harm in it, though, since time hadn't passed by in the duration, and if anything they came away more knowledgeable than when they'd left.

Frowning briefly, Ziva folds her arms, thoughtful.]

Our best bet would be to ask the Exarch... but... I can't deny that I'm glad to see you again. I would've been happy regardless, but it's a bit of a bonus knowing I HAVEN'T finally cracked my gourd, being the only one to remember my time there.

[To which she can't help but smile. It's simply her way, trying to put a positive spin on things. Fretting won't get them very far, in the end, and she can't pretend to be disparaged by the recent development.] In the meantime...