Of course there is. She believes him, but can't help a little laugh as they head out. And she doesn't begrudge him the crowbar-- plus it gives her an extra moment to get into the car and get settled, looking back at the house. Is there something-- an inverse of deja vu, a sense that you'll see something again? Having spent time here, with Mulder-- she can understand the appeal.

"Nothing else," she affirms. "So we're on our own finding a way in... I didn't ask if he'd be willing to bail us out if we hit trouble."

Even she's not sure if she's joking or not.

It's almost comforting, the normalcy of sitting in a car with Mulder-- even if both the car and Mulder are different. If she shuts her eyes, it feels like any other day.