The eye roll he gets is, no doubt, expected. It's a part she's pleased to play, too playful and toothless to even call bickering. It shouldn't feel so familiar, but Mulder has stayed Mulder; that much is something of a relief.

If things were different she might be more enthused about a shopping spree; but everything is horrifically expensive in the future, his finances are a total mystery, and-- most notably-- it feels a little too much like a last hurrah. She believes him when he says she'll live, but she hasn't adjusted to the idea.

She gets her shoes on-- impractical out here, maybe she should get running shoes herself-- and smiles at the thought.

"I'd like that."