[ She briefly looks away, pressing her lips into a thin line, almost wishing that he wasn't so sincere about it. The inevitable pull from these things, she supposes, are something one never escapes when they have fallen so deep into the rabbit hole regardless of what universe or world they reside in. The powers are always the same, they just speak different languages. ]

Thank you. [ Her voice is quiet and less-strong than usual, but vulnerability is not something she wears easily like her suits, so she pushes it away as fast as she can, regardless of who is administering the apologies. ] But...

[ She finds it harder and harder to look back at him, but she forces herself to. If it were not for that, it would look as if Mulder were conversing with a mannequin or statue with how straight her back is or how evened her shoulders are. ]

There is no need for apologies now. With no apparent exposè here I am sure there is something that can be done about the higher powers that reign here. Experimentation without any reason doesn't make any sense if everyone here knows they are being experimented on.