Anderson, finishing up some hugs of her own, is more sincere. “I really love this crew,” she tells me, sounding a less skeptical note than the character she plays on TV. “They are all incredibly wonderful, human, selfless people. And they’re all a family.” I follow her back to her trailer, where she changes into street clothes —– fuzzy V-neck, jeans, glasses, baseball cap –— and looks less like a celebrity than a study partner. Which is part of her appeal.
I ask if she has special plans for the holiday break, and she tells me that she’s off to spend two days at an ashram. A few minutes later she adds, “I think that we are all connected by a universal rhythmic energy,” and I understand that after nearly 100 X-Files episodes, the danger has never been of her turning into Scully; the danger is that she’ll turn into Duchovny’s character, Mulder.