[She's grateful that he let her get away with that hug, in immediate hindsight. He could very well decide to never let her live it down still, but she'd deal.

As for the questions of "HOW" and "WHY", the latter didn't really seem to have an answer so far as she'd been able to glean, and the former was probably best NOT dwelt on over long, as Ardbert was discovering for himself that very moment. Ziva had long since stopped expecting sense from a place where people turned into damn jellyfish and wolves and sheep once or twice a month.

She motions for him to grab a seat at the neighboring table, which she moves her ledger and coffee mug to before she starts wiping up the mess she'd made and answering his inquiries.]

Aye, we'd only just started trying to puzzle out THAT conundrum. Might interest you to know that some of them are here, though. Thancred and Alphinaud, in any case. Alisaie was here till recently...

[An admission that draws a sigh, and a shake of her head. That one just stayed busy, didn't she? Coming and going from more worlds than any of them could rightly count, it seemed like some days.]

The Exarch is here as well, G'raha Tia... and some others.