Spencer had always been awkward, and had never grown out of that phase that was supposed to only exist in adolescence. He was who he was, and he never tried to change that. Or maybe he was so good at hiding what he was really going through that it, like so many other things, became second nature. It wasn't easy growing up with a mother that had schizophrenia, and while it certainly shaped him as a person the memories that Spencer took away from it all was the fact that his mother used to read to him every night.
He wasn't aloof though even if it came across that way. No, his slight Asperger's made it much harder for him to relate to people try as he might. Overall, he was a down-to-earth kind of guy.
He blinked a few times at Kenzi, trying to reconcile the fact that she really liked to say bros quite a bit. He licked his lower lip, and nodded. It wasn't often that Spencer found something that he didn't understand, or had some knowledge of; but then again, he had never been kidnapped to a horror-filled world like this one. He took a deep breath when she mentioned library, and chuckled a bit at her rabies joke.
"Oh, nice shot," Spencer said when she tossed the empty cup into a nearby trash can. He didn't linger on that for long, however. "Also, I know that you mentioned the rabies shots facetiously to try to make me comfortable, and I appreciate that. I just wanted to say that because you might care that I take things literally. And I don't always. Not always, but did you know that over fifty-five thousand people a year worldwide die from rabies? The United States has had only fifty-five cases documented since nineteen-ninety, though."
His lips formed a thin smile, and he nodded at her before looking away. Reid shoved his hands into his pockets, and looked down. If Morgan were here he'd tell him to stop acting like a weirdo.