"Happiness, plenty, success, joy. Even reversed it doesn't really have a negative interpretation-- it's always a ray of light," she muses, brows drawn. "It's completely at odds with the rest of this."

From the start she'd expected a difficult story, but this current row is darker than she'd wagered... except for the sun.

She reaches for the deck, thumbs a card off the top.

"I need more context," she explains, and sets it face-up, overlapping the edge of the wayward Sun. The High Priestess, serene and-- judging from Scully's perplexed expression-- not very helpful.

She regards it with a low, puzzled huh.