she really isn't one to involve herself in the justice system, always on the wrong side. that's the problem with adrenaline junkies, and she's got far too much time on her hands these days to go snooping.
river has found that those who spend their days searching for the extraordinary are often just as interesting as those they seek out, she hasn't quite determined where fox mulder has scored himself with that concept, but he's interesting enough to keep her attention.
she plucks a picture from the wall, someone, or something she seems to recognize though she doesn't say anything to that effect, not yet anyway. she has no reason to give him information he doesn't ask for, or even if he does . . .
❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❜
“ what ? a girl can't pop in for a visit ? ” finally, river turns to look @n1cap , amusement perking the corner of her mouth upwards, the smirk she wears is taunting, knowing. she's good at that, though time travel allows for more than a bit of foreknowledge.
she doesn't care for picking up strays, but all humans crave a sort of connection. perhaps that is why she buzzes around those who catch her interest. always bored, always lonely.
she wonders if they have that in common
“ i thought there were two of you now, so . . . why've you only got one desk ? ”
