"I'm not sure who I'd be telling anyway," she murmurs. Skinner, but Skinner doesn't seem to want to know any more than Mulder wants him to know, so that feels like a bust. She keeps gazing out the window, if only to create some semblance of familiarity. Miles and miles of road while Mulder drives. Just like the old days, except nothing like the old days.

"I have to admit I was surprised when Skinner told me you weren't with the Bureau. I guess I expected to find you in the office, even now." She shoots him a small smile, oddly shy, not that he can see. Maybe he can hear it. "But I guess... it's been so long."

Maybe it's natural that he'd move on. The thought doesn't sit right; not when she's fresh off his ketamine adventure, another desperate move to try and find the truth.