It makes her laugh, genuinely; the easiest she's felt since one step in Rhode Island turned into another outside the Hoover. Seventeen years or not, she knows him well enough to imagine the kind of outlet that would carry an article like that.

"Fitting," she murmurs. There are no X-Files now, maybe, but close enough. "I didn't see anyone taking pictures."

Weird place for it, but D.C. is full of tourists. At least, it used to be.

"I'm glad you saw it."