Scully, mostly, has been keeping her observations and her data on a little alien flash drive, nearly always on her person if it's not locked away in her apartment. Rationally it doesn't make sense to imagine she could take it with her, but who knows? They have to try.

"Sounds good," she says, with a small smile as she takes the cup.

"What are the chances you stay out of trouble?" she teases, taking a deep breath of the steam before trying a careful little sip.