Scully can multitask. He's easy on the eyes, but the story isn't an easy one to hear-- even if she'd guessed much of the shape of it. The young girl, the inevitable comparison to his sister-- though she wouldn't have guessed how similar the disappearance.

Eight arrows made of human bones, though-- that's chilling; she tries to tell herself the eight of wands was a coincidence, but it fits neatly enough to give her pause anyway.

"You couldn't leave that alone," she says sympathetically, stretching out to mirror his pose, the haphazardly-stacked cards forgotten for the moment. "Who was-- was there someone else? The other adult who was... not helping, exactly. Involved in the investigation?" That had been hard to parse, but she'd felt so confident about it with the cards laid out.