There was something off-putting about the way she watched him, almost as if she didn't see him as a person, but more of a plaything. Spencer had seen those sort of eyes on multiple unsubs in the past, and they never failed to send shivers up his spine. He supposed it was entirely possible for there to be a sociopath (or a psychopath) amongst the residents. That didn't necessarily mean they were a serial killer since most learned how to function within the confines of society. Still, it was disconcerting, but Spencer would not be the kind of guy that passed judgement without some evidence to suggest otherwise.
Her palm was cool, and pale compared to his which was a feat considering just how fair Spencer's skin was. His grip was firm against hers, a confident grip and not at all one suggesting trepidation. He smiled at her, and chuckled at her comment. "Shivers indeed," he said, voice laced with amusement. "Your hands are frigid. Do you want my jacket?" He moved to grab it from the back of his chair, and had every intention of letting her wear it if she needed.
Endings could be satisfying, Spencer thought, and for the most part they were. But there were sad endings as well, and the young doctor found that the world often balanced things between happy and sad. No one ever had an overabundance of one or the other.
"Well back home," he started to say. "I work with the FBI at the Behavioral Analysis Unit. We assist with criminal investigations by using behavioral science, and a variety of other techniques that have been tested over the years. We usually profile an unsub, uh, unknown subject, and then we use that profile to catch them." He let out a sigh. "Here, I'm not doing that, but I'm not sure what I'm doing. The Sheriff seems to think my degree in Psychology can be of help, though. How about you?"