"Oh, shit, no," Spencer said, startled into a vehement response. He shook his head, folding his hands back neatly against the chair from where he'd gestured a little strongly and forced himself to smile, said, "I mean -- no, that's not at all necessary." He cocked his head to the side, said, "People really do that?" He looked at Hayley, wondered what it was like to hear those memories and take them away, whether you'd be compelled to keep them for yourself, in one way or another. It sounded a hard job.