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The TV in the bar has near-infinite channels, which is a bit daunting but also poses a good opportunity for mindless channel flipping background noise while Max writes in her journal. After a good deal of trying to find something to not-watch (and a pause to see the cliffhanger reveal of an evil twin squid separated at hatch in that one oceanic soap opera), Max was able to stumble upon an X-Files marathon. Even if she doesn't immediately recognize the current episode, it's familiar. Mulder and Scully are on the case and the case is disturbingly weird. And that's oddly comforting.

Enough that it lets her settle into updating her own case notes with a little more peace of mind.