It shouldn't feel so significant to say. They went out with the intention of having a nice time-- a nice date, it was a date-- so why is it strange to admit that they did? (Aside from the barely-averted robot apocalypse.) Twenty years ago she would have blushed. She doesn't now; though she does glance away, gaze unfocused out the window until he adds that bit.

The curiosity it sparks feels prurient; she sneaks a look at him.

They're both adults. It's silly to keep tiptoeing around the years between them. But it still takes her a moment to work up the nerve to ask, partly because she realizes that touching the topic is potentially a jumbo-sized can of worms, and it's not like she can stay at the condo if it goes south.

"....Have you been?"

It's half a question, but Mulder usually knows what she means with less than that to go on. What has he been up to, since she's been gone?