This was supposed to be just another routine BAU case for Spencer. He was decidedly not expecting to witness a man spontaneously explode into tiny little pieces in a shower of blood && bone fragments, nor was he expecting to be shielded from said display by a complete stranger. He's half-convinced he'd been hit in the head at some point && this is all some kind of freaky dream, && he was going to wake up back in the normal world, where things actually make sense && people don't just suddenly explode && strangers don't shove rifles into his chest.
❛❛ You're going to what?! ❜❜ He's aware, in a detached sort of way, that he sounds like he's approaching hysterics; &&, honestly, he probably is. The brand of blood && gore he's grown desensitized to is a far-cry from what he's just witnessed, && frankly, it's insane that this other guy doesn't seem fazed in the slightest!! "No, I don't know how to shoot a rifle!!" It should probably embarrass him that he's panicking like this, but he's still stuck on the whole shower of blood && viscera thing.
Every day for him. Okay. This situation just keeps getting more insane, && Spencer thinks he needs to just fully check-out, mentally, because it's the only way he'll be able to get his head to stop spinning. None of this makes sense && trying to force it to is only giving him a headache. So, he'll make sense of it after. For now, apparently he has stumbled upon something entirely not-human in the BAU's search for what they thought was their standard fare, && he should probably listen to the guy that seems to know what he's doing. ( Every day for him, seriously?? This is insane. )
❛❛ I can, um, prob — probably figure it out?? ❜❜ He's not confident, but he's going to have to do it anyway, because there's no way on this planet or any others ( because surely if monsters are real than aliens must be, too ) that he's going to be the distraction. He fiddles with the rifle in his hands, attempting to figure out the proper way to hold it. It's practically the exact opposite of the revolver holstered at his hip, && he's only growing even less confident that he can shoot this thing.
