She's not sure if that's comforting or not. But clearly, whatever the something was, it made her fairly nomadic-- there's no obvious rhyme or reason to the collection of false identities in her hands, but the dates overlap enough that she can piece together that the moves must have been frequent, covering.... maybe a decade? It's hard to say, not knowing the details on the forgeries.

Beneath that are passports, other bits and pieces of forged lives-- apparently she's got a lot to catch up on. And at the bottom, tucked neatly below everything else, is a thick manila envelope with a clasp. Completely unmarked. She fishes it out carefully, looking questioningly at Mulder. She's not sure if she ought to be afraid of what's inside.