"You're lucky," he says, and the waitress comes back with a mug for each of them. It occurs to him that he doesn't know what chamomile tea tastes like - but it looks pale and kind of bland to his eye. He takes a sip of his coffee, grimacing at the burnt flavor of it. "You're really lucky."

Easy to say when he's known her for ten minutes and met no one she's ever associated with, but Fox Mulder's used to making snap judgments. More importantly, he's used to shooting his mouth off without any consideration whatsoever.