It's a lot to take in. The actual equipment feels science fiction adjacent to Scully, but she has to remind herself she has the wrong frame of reference-- maybe it's not so over-the-top if you're used to this century. Mulder, usually a good barometer for paranoia, lives in the middle of nowhere. He'd be harder to sneak up on and anyone in the vicinity would be hard pressed to come up with an excuse for their presence. This house feels secluded but the neighborhood feels more lively; she can understand how she'd need a little piece of mind. It's just the evolution of the extra deadlock she put on the door after Melissa, the security windows she'd paid extra for.

"I'll take left," she offers, gesturing down the hallway. "Call if you find anything?"

Splitting up seems safe enough in a locked home that belongs to her, and somehow she's not sure either of them really want an audience for exploring Dana Scully's new life.