"We'll get you a burner phone on our way out. You can call him from there." Even if they weren't planning on getting Skinner's help, life without cell reception isn't easy in this day and age. Mulder has a smartphone, and he hates people knowing where he is. Some things are necessary, and Scully's going to be able to navigate the world on her own, if she decides she wants to.

(He hopes she won't want to.)

"Oh -" he says, before she can head off to parts unknown. (His portion of this trip, he thinks, will be mostly relegated to making purchases. As enthusiastic as he'd be to watch her try on clothes - anything to spend more time with her - and give his input, he doubts she'll want his help. Especially once it comes to buying anything more intimate than a pair of sunglasses.) He holds out an emerald green blouse to her, plain but silky, with a scoop neck that'll leave room for her cross necklace to lie flat on her skin. "Unless the color's terrible, you'd wear this. Get a blazer and some dark pants, and maybe we can work the neighbor angle."