"If I could find a rock large enough," she says blandly. Long Scully is long, as it turns out. "In the grass, on the beach." Take a moment to enjoy that one; like a serpentine mermaid, a redheaded ouroboros twined on the edge of a tropical sea with slit-pupiled eyes and too many hands skimming over her own scaled, muscular form.

She watches curiously, fascinated and a little horrified at the way his flesh shifts. It's like a time-lapse of a bonsai tree in reverse.

"Impressive," she murmurs. Please don't ever do that again Mulder, it's awful.