[ The ears prick up, and the full face pops into view curiously. Who's pretty? My Person's pretty! Is that who you're calling pretty? Who are y-- The questions are interrupted as she is pushed down gently by Carolina's palm. ]

It's a good thing then that spirits can't get rid of that pain easily. [pause] Why that colour, though?

[ She has her suspicions, but she'd like to see if her guess is correct. ]

What did Ziva think? [..not smiling. not smiliiiiing.]