So, this was apparently a normal thing. Ziva watched as the colors shifted and explanations were given. Heck, she even considered the fact that it was a great way to redecorate if painting was involved.

Shrugging, she listened to the conversation, mentally agreeing that the blue looked a bit better. Sounded like it was going to be an interesting and productive afternoon, as soon as everything was agreed on. And, if they still needed the help, she was willing to stay and help with the other floor too. It kept her busy.