With a nod, she moves her hand to the next row, leaving Sunlight and the High Priestess where they are. Little chance she'll get away with not explaining it, but she wants to see this through to the end.

The seven of pentacles, six of wands. This time she's considerably more relaxed, turning over the last card-- four of cups, facing toward Mulder.

"There isn't any detail on how you got out of it," she muses, almost apologetically. "You were diligent and focused and worked hard. Whatever you were trying to do-- you succeeded. There was recognition-- you impressed people." Slowly, she's relaxing, puzzling out the happy ending. "It was a formative experience, actually-- you weren't sure what you wanted from life before, but it helped set you on the path you're still on."

Her composure regained, she offers a shrug and a small smile.

"I told you-- you don't really read specifics, most of the time."

Just coincidences, cold-reading, and the collection of background knowledge you forgot you had.

Easy.