Well, at least he recognized her. Scully swallowed, trying not to be nervous, because what was there to be nervous about? He looked the same as he had around the time he disappeared. But she was the one who'd changed. She was older--his age now, if he was the same age as he was when he'd left. And her hair was different too, although that wasn't important. She'd been considering going blond in those few vain moments she allowed herself, but was a little grateful now that she'd kept her hair red. Made her more recognizable.
"Mulder," she said in response. She took a few steps closer now, and wanted to fidget or do something else juvenile and awkward. "It's, ah, it's good to see you." After three years of misery and desperation. What were they supposed to do? Shake hands? She took a deep, calming breath, closing her eyes just briefly before opening them again and focusing on his face. Just like she remembered him.
She made a spur-of-the-moment decision and reached out, pulling him into an awkward hug. They'd hugged before, hadn't they? They had been friends, not just work partners. This shouldn't feel so strange. It was just her, she decided. It had only been a month for him, but three years for her, and she was making this awkward. She willed herself to relax, breathing deeply, and made herself focus on the fact that this was Mulder, and he was here and not dead and in her arms. Not quite in the way she didn't want to admit she wanted him to be, but in her arms all the same.