He nodded respectfully at Ziva, ignoring the open mouthed Probie of Anthony’s. Someone needed to teach him how to close it and stop looking shocked. "I would apologize for my abrupt arrival and what I’m about to do, but then I would be a liar and I don’t like to lie." Ziva’s eyes twinkled in a rare way that Mossad couldn’t quite stomp out. That’s what Harry liked about Ziva. She didn’t let them kill her spirit and turn her into a weapon.