It's one thing to know, intellectually, that you're out there; even seeing Mulder, of course she's tried to imagine herself aged the same. But it's different to actually see it. She thinks of those tools they use to age kids' portraits, but it lacks the uncanny quality. It feels closer to looking at baby pictures of yourself-- not from an age you recall, but just old enough to pick out features.

It could be worse; she looks better than she did on that hypersalinated ship.

"Hmm," she muses. It's not her, but it's her. Strange.

"I guess it's worth a try," she says with the hint of a sigh, starting off towards the cashiers.