Subconsciously, she hadn't really been prepare for this. It's silly, because the time was etched on Skinner so of course Mulder, too, shows the years-- but they'd walked in and she'd been looking for-- for him. As she remembered him-- some part of her unable to conceive of him ever changing, or not matching her in this odd adventure. They've been each other's shadows for long enough that it feels natural.
"As far as I can tell," she answers, with a somewhat pained smile. There are any number of things she could be other than herself; he's only got her word on it. (The incredulity is... something she'll think about later. She isn't dead, she's pretty sure-- judging from her voicemail greeting-- she knows she must look very different, suddenly missing a decade and change, but surely it can't be that long since he saw her last.)
"I'm guessing.... you weren't expecting this? No convenient case report I'll write when I get back when I belong?"
He looks...
She doesn't want to try to puzzle it out now, how he looks. She didn't expect anything, not really, but he doesn't look the way she'd expected him to.
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"As far as I can tell," she answers, with a somewhat pained smile. There are any number of things she could be other than herself; he's only got her word on it. (The incredulity is... something she'll think about later. She isn't dead, she's pretty sure-- judging from her voicemail greeting-- she knows she must look very different, suddenly missing a decade and change, but surely it can't be that long since he saw her last.)
"I'm guessing.... you weren't expecting this? No convenient case report I'll write when I get back when I belong?"
He looks...
She doesn't want to try to puzzle it out now, how he looks. She didn't expect anything, not really, but he doesn't look the way she'd expected him to.