"Mom! Who showed you up here?"
"See Dr.Scully? She's talking with ghosts AND hiding out in a place inhabited by a skeleton. I'm concerned about her."
" Shut up Marly!" Elizabeth now regretted not shoving her off the roof when she had the chance.
"Frohike! Stop drooling! She's alive, you're dead. Not to mention she's married and has a daughter." Despite his appearance and personality, Langly made a scary amount of sense.
In between Frohike's glances and the new knowledge of her daughter's place to hide, Dana Scully was not having a very good evening.
As she herded the living back to the base, she didn't realize the true extent of Elizabeth's anger. She had no real grasp of it until Elizabeth chose to use Marly's nose as a punching bag.
"You had it coming you sorry sleez-bag ."
Flustered she turned around and exclaimed, "Elizabeth!"
"Yes Mom."
Annoyingly, she had no hint of fear or remorse in her voice. It was one of the side effects of becoming a teen. Or a severe lack of patience for sleezy people.
Much to Elizabeth's delight, Marly's nose appeared broken. It had done much to lighten her mood. Elizabeth almost wretched when she realized how happy it made her. She wasn't usually a violent person, but Marly had too far. After getting over her initial shock - and mild disgust-, she walked with an air of vindication which was foreign to her. As they crossed the threshold into the compound, Dana instructed Elizabeth to "Go to the apartment. Now."