Well, that was Spencer for you. Maybe a little too simple and trusting when certain people were concerned. Or even certain people who looked like other certain people.
"Hey, be nice," he protested, pulling away from her. "I was in the LA Branch, you know, and when things started looking up for us, I requested transfer. Hopefully, I can help with the redesign work -- how did you live in this bomb shelter for so long?" he asked, pounding on the metal wall. Really, it wasn't a great design.
Er, wait, this wasn't really her. "And what happened to me? My life's logical!" Except for that whole missing year, but whatever. "You --you...Jesus, is it really you? Don't you have any idea who did this to you. If it wasn't the Brotherhood's plan, then..." Well, who would have wanted to bring Gwen back other than the people here, who didn't believe she was back.