Since he gets up, he's probably going to miss the way her eyebrows lift. Not that he's had much time with John, but Mulder usually isn't exactly open to meeting people. And he's territorial about the work. (About her.) This is a remarkably even- keeled reaction.

"John," she supplies, shifting to sit up a little more so she stands a chance of reaching the table. "He's a good agent. Ah-- after the task force he was assigned to the X-Files. I thought it was the best chance I had to keep looking for you. To keep working."

Of course she'd had moments of doubt and despair but in those months she always believed they'd find him.

And then they did-- one of the worst moments of her life.

"I'm fine with the carton. Are there dumplings?" No, she didn't order those, but stealing Mulder's food is a small pleasure she'd never thought she'd have again.

"It's been... different. John isn't always open to... unusual explanations. I find myself trying to figure out what you'd think of the cases we're called in on."