Fox Mulder knows weird. At this point, it's what his brain is wired for: the patterns everyone else misses or discounts or insists can't mean the obvious, because "the obvious" is not only obvious to them but ludicrous. And the death of Glenda Maraniss is a weird one.
Maraniss' coroner, on the other hand, is seated at her desk, seeming normal even if you don't grade on a "well, you're talking to someone who does autopsies all day" curve. She's a pretty woman, possibly a few years his junior, wearing a little smile that looks like it doesn't want to be there on her face but is determined to stick all the same. She could as easily be in a corporate office, or the back of an outpatient clinic, if she wanted to be.
"I saw your report on a Mrs. Glenda Maraniss," he says, offering his hand to shake before he pulls up a chair on the other side of her desk. "It made for some interesting bedtime reading, Ms. Scully - and I was hoping you could tell me a little more about what you think killed her."
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Maraniss' coroner, on the other hand, is seated at her desk, seeming normal even if you don't grade on a "well, you're talking to someone who does autopsies all day" curve. She's a pretty woman, possibly a few years his junior, wearing a little smile that looks like it doesn't want to be there on her face but is determined to stick all the same. She could as easily be in a corporate office, or the back of an outpatient clinic, if she wanted to be.
"I saw your report on a Mrs. Glenda Maraniss," he says, offering his hand to shake before he pulls up a chair on the other side of her desk. "It made for some interesting bedtime reading, Ms. Scully - and I was hoping you could tell me a little more about what you think killed her."