He's the expert here; and honestly her day's been so overwhelming she couldn't even decide what to watch if she were at home, with a normal amount of options. It's not really about the show, or the movie; it's just nice to have something to focus on other than the myriad problems at hand. Time travel, the ticking timebomb in her skull, the possible solutions to the mystery of Mulder's sadness.

(Is that why he thinks she likes it? Maybe he knows. Have they watched it before, on this couch? Together, not like this but together?)

"We'll see," she says, mock-haughty, though she thinks he's right. If he hasn't seen her in a year that still gives him some twenty years of knowing her; and he already knows her better than anyone else, when she's from.

She settles in to watch, leaning against the armrest.