It's good to see him enthusiastic, honestly. Maybe it'll be enough to get past her inexplicable reluctance. Maybe once they get there, it'll feel like a case, and maybe they'll find something.

Even if they don't find an explanation for her appearance-- maybe she'll find some clue to what happened with Mulder.

"Not too long," she promises, finishing up her coffee. She'll make herself scarce to switch over her load of laundry and find a spot to get her makeup sorted... leaving the bedroom and the bathroom to Mulder, since she's been hogging it since she got here.

And eventually, she's ready: dressed in her new slacks and blazer over a pale satin top, her hair smoothed down to make the most of its length, her makeup impeccable. She doesn't exactly look that much older, but if you squint, it might pass for someone older trying to look younger.

At least, that's what she's going for.

She finds herself staring out the window with a mix of excitement and vague dread at what might be waiting for them.