"Mulder."

It's more amusement than admonishment, though, a fond verbal eyeroll. They could certainly piss off the neighbors that way. But, she thinks, her bed is much more comfortable.

"It didn't, it started in the restaurant." Stepping out, she goes to grab her minimal luggage, fishes in her purse for the keys. "Though this was a decisive battle."

She heads to get the door, gritting her teeth against the alarm. That might have to go, honestly.