Though she hasn't broached the subject, she's starting to think that Mulder didn't have a falling out with Skinner; it's more like he simply... withdrew. But either way, she has no intentions of saying anything uncomplimentary. He's been a good host. They're getting on well, even if they hadn't made much progress.

She's worried about him, yes, but that's not Skinner's business. She's worried about-- herself. Her future self, and what she might have done.

No time like the present-- she reaches for the phone to compose her text, dithering over how to express the question. Old paranoia about surveillance still holds, and saying What's my address sounds insane; she settles on my counterpart, sends, and sets the phone aside.

"I'm not sure I can do much to look more like her," she muses with a slight frown.