Scully looks like Scully when she comes out of the bathroom, as far as Mulder's concerned. The details beyond that don't really matter to him - though it's kind of novel to see her freckles so clearly. If that means she's a little less put-together than usual...well, she can probably see the 5 o'clock shadow gracing his jaw. At least she's not alone.

"We can pick up a Mr. Coffee and a frying pan," he says, as he locks the door. The idea of spending Scully's money doesn't exactly thrill him, but he can see he'll have money coming his way eventually. "Next time you stay over, I'll make pancakes."

It's not a matter of if she does but when. He can already tell he'll miss her tonight, as ambivalent as he feels about waking up wrapped around her.