It feels oddly cruel to admit she hopes not to be here then. It's not him-- spending time with Mulder, knowing she'll live to see this future, has been incredible, an oddly calm interlude in the chaos of her life-- but the longer she stays here untreated, she worries, the less time she'll have to find whatever miracle they do at home. It's a sobering, frightening thought, that glimpsing her future might endanger it-- but maybe that's par for the course, if anything is, with time travel.

"To more flowers or more vegetables?" she asks idly. It's small talk, but hopeful small talk, which seems like a good thing.