He felt himself getting pulled in to Daryl a few minutes later, a grin on his face despite the sudden flash of pain creeping through his nerves. They'd patched him up - whoever had taken them from Alexandria - but they'd not done anything to prevent him from feeling the effects of his injuries. He was glad they weren't worse. Still, the sound he let out at the contact with Daryl was one that signaled joy.

The older man's words had him nodding his head after a moment; eyes surveying exactly what Daryl was pointing out to him. Giving him the facts of the matter, even while he hoped that the one he was told to leave for the time would be alright. Glenn gave another glance to the unconscious man; licking his lips as tension rode through him for a second. "No one's turned?" Because there was no evidence of it, that he could see. There wasn't any half-eaten people, just the unconscious and the gone. Then, he wasn't sure how long some of the dead had been thus; still, Daryl wasn't in a rush to make certain. That told him a lot. He let his gaze move from the one he'd freed to Daryl, knowing he wouldn't lead him wrong. His eyes locked on to his friend's gaze.

"Have you seen anyone else? Maggie, Rick, Carl, Michonne? Carol?" So many other names he wanted to list; but he was certain that Daryl would tell him if he'd come across any of those they both cared for. There were a lot of other questions which wanted to flood from him, but he kept to basics so he wouldn't go in to panic mode. That wouldn't serve either of them well. As he'd asked, he'd been holding on to Daryl's arm; glad for the contact that steadied him. Glenn was thrown more for a loop than he really wanted to let on.