That's a polite no, I don't want to talk about my friends, and he tries to leave it at that. Six months alone, and he has no right to demand anything from her about that time - but he's curious. Who Scully's met here and liked, what kinds of people she's been drawn to, all the things that have happened since they last saw each other.

"It's convenient," he agrees, and glances up at the sky. The sun's higher now, and he needs something to distract himself from the mystery of Scully's time here. "Think the lab's open yet? We could do some scans."