There's something appealing about the idea of paying your bills with quiet affection. (Or other things, but she doesn't let her thoughts slide that way. At least not in the daytime. Nor in polite company. And especially not in Mulder's company.)

"I've made some friends. I'll introduce you around, eventually." She doesn't want to spoil the surprise of eighteenth century pirates or the seventeenth-century centaur she reads bedtime stories with on occasion. Surely he'll get a kick out of that. Though she's not above dangling some of those possibilities if the conversation gets too prurient; there are things he just doesn't need to know.

"Wherever people come from, we're all in the same boat here. So most people are willing to help out."