He can pick up a pack of underwear at the drugstore. There may or may not be some very old shirts in her drawers that originated in his drawers, years ago; she's taking the fifth on that.

"What about a Siberian husky-- have you ever heard one?"

Her place isn't ideal, but it wouldn't be too cramped for a big dog. And the house would be a perfect place to run. She's not particularly serious about it-- well, she's half-serious about a dog, and totally serious about not knowing what she wants. But Mulder is engaging with it, and that much is promising.

As they pull up, she's actually starting to feel mildly optimistic, her nerves dissipating. She ought to get keys made; show him all the alarm codes. Even if he doesn't want to stick around long, in the end, she misses the sense of security that gave her back when they each had their own places.

She peers critically at the condo.

"It does look like they cleaned up," she says approvingly.