[The emphasis on generous makes him cough, sputter, and laugh again. Tragically, he has to claim a full title of selfishness for himself. He won't be going down on anyone anytime soon. Or doing anything ever.]

What an honor...

[He listens for her answer. The muttering feeds into his smile. Wannabe red-head huh? No lack of hair dye in the apocalypse but a woeful lack of working showers. Maybe with a good rainfall...]

Two Mulders... Two people... believing in monsters... and end times... guess that makes us... the smart ones... after all...

[Reasons to weep for humanity, maybe.]

Though maybe... end times... isn't entirely right... you're still here...