Sarcastic, but the tone is familiar. Good to know the intervening years haven't changed much-- she remembers him and Bill in the library, and oh God, that's not a great thing to have between you and your new boss, is it? Maybe she should've said something. Still, too late now. (It was one day, Dana, you'll laugh it off and it'll be fine.)
The office inside is... not, actually, what she was hoping for from her first assignment. For starters she has no idea where she's supposed to sit; if there was ever a second desk in here he's clearly moved it out in favor of extra cabinets and boxes and a scattershot array of equipment.
Even if she hasn't run into him at the Bureau, before this, she's been peripherally aware of him. It feels like everyone's vaguely aware of Spooky Mulder; knowing what little she did, it doesn't surprise her that he's still chasing unconventional leads. What everyone's agreed on-- and maybe it's really the spooky part-- is that he gets results.
She approaches, offers a hand. "Agent Mulder. I'm Dana Scully." There's no way he remembers her, thinks, but there's a little part of her that can't help but hope. "I've been assigned to work with you."
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The office inside is... not, actually, what she was hoping for from her first assignment. For starters she has no idea where she's supposed to sit; if there was ever a second desk in here he's clearly moved it out in favor of extra cabinets and boxes and a scattershot array of equipment.
Even if she hasn't run into him at the Bureau, before this, she's been peripherally aware of him. It feels like everyone's vaguely aware of Spooky Mulder; knowing what little she did, it doesn't surprise her that he's still chasing unconventional leads. What everyone's agreed on-- and maybe it's really the spooky part-- is that he gets results.
She approaches, offers a hand. "Agent Mulder. I'm Dana Scully." There's no way he remembers her, thinks, but there's a little part of her that can't help but hope. "I've been assigned to work with you."