"Thanks." For the coffee, which tastes like manna from heaven right about now, and for trying to let him catch a few extra minutes of shuteye. Mulder's not sure how much he got, but it wasn't nothing. He leans back against the counter, facing her and sipping from his mug. "Ready to do a reconnaissance mission today? Assuming Skinner comes through, that is."

And he's got a feeling Skinner will. It's hard not to look at Scully, young and vulnerable but determined as hell, and not want to help.