Really, she thinks this is pretty straightforward. Bill Mulder as an embodiment of authority and structure is easy, and it's natural-- knowing Mulder-- that he would have gone in the other direction. The Hermit isn't a bad card for him, down in their office, surrounded by mysteries and secrets.

"Well-- like I said, the chaos isn't specifically between your father and the other man. I think that's more-- the directions you felt drawn in as you were dealing with whatever happened. It could just be confusion and miscommunication, but..." Maybe she's typecasting him as looking for trouble, meddling in things he shouldn't. Pot, kettle, Dana. She chews her lower lip.

"The sword doesn't have to be literal, but I'm reading this as some sort of actual violence."

Curiosity piqued, she turns over the next set of cards-- the Knight of Wands on his charging horse elicits a little smile, like finding an old photograph. Then the three of cups, and finally the Hierophant, reversed, like a muddy reflection beneath the Hermit.

"Here you are." Tapping on the knight, she looks up at him. "Running headlong into trouble."