Ziva looked up at Celestia as she spoke, before turning to level a death glare at her spirit, still sitting on one of the bookshelves. He squeaked in fear, before dropping what he was holding and zooming out the window. Ziva ran over to where the necklace dropped, picking it up as carefully as possible before handing it to Abby.

"Serves him right. Maybe he will run into a tree." She looked at Celestia again. "I am sorry for barging in. Was I interrupting you?" She glanced at the still floating books. It looked like it.