"Maybe," she says, doubtful. It's hard to look around this place and think that anyone lives here-- much less her. Granted, her apartment has always been pathologically neat, but this feels... She can't quite explain it. It's not merely the contrast between the clutter of Mulder's home and the neatness; it just feels....

Well, like a hotel. Like it could be temporary.

She almost tells him they should go back to his place out of sheer stubbornness-- but she thinks they both need the rest, and selfishly, she does want to try out that tub.

"We should come up with something to tell her job," she muses. It's a task she'd really rather not contemplate, which... probably means they should stop letting it slide.