From her perspective it seems like an incredible tip-- though in fairness she hasn't adjusted to what things cost, barely looked at the menu. She doesn't have much of an appetite-- rarely does these days, even less so when she's running on time-travel stress. Go figure.

He doesn't seem to be fully at odds with Skinner; they're civil, just distant. She shrugs it off for the moment and trails after, to a vehicle that might as well be a Mack Truck. Dana Scully, fresh from the age of wall-to-wall Ford Tauruses, raises an eyebrow. It's huge. She manages to clamber up into it and clicks her seatbelt, looking out at a neighborhood that ought to be familiar and isn't.

"Do I get to know where we're going? I didn't think to bring a blindfold."

What the hell happened to them-- to him?