[ Her eyebrows furrow, not quite grasping the nature of Scully's letter. Far as Marita knew, the cancer was in remission and even contained in Fort Marlene, they weren't as trapped as she was. ]

I can't say I understand it either, but... I'm sure I don't have to remind you how capable Agent Scully is. [ Her hand drifts to the pocket of her blazer as she lightly touches her own note (facing down Death — Take care of Mulder, she tries to match these two notes together and find some meaning behind the words). ] She didn't talk to you about what happened before she arrived here?