"We are," Scully said, struck by this. Also, distantly thinking she should be unnerved. "We're 80% water. Or 90%. I need to look that up again."

She couldn't find her bathrobe, but hey, that blanket was fine. She kept talking on the phone as she opened the door. Look, a bottle of aspirin! That fixed everything. She'd take it to Claudia.

"My fingers are... funky." For values of funky that equaled vaguely reptilian.