Because he wanted to see her; had to know if she'd made it there - he was calling for her again. Not that it might do any good, but it felt wrong not to seek her, if she could be found. He wasn't one to give up. I'm a glass half-full kinda guy. That was still something he could say - without any sarcasm at times; even if it was getting considerably more difficult as time went by.

When he was told to calm down by a voice he didn't know, he glanced at the youth with some irritation - but it didn't last long. Instead, he took a breath and looked the seeming kid over. Asking him to describe Maggie, of all things. He could dribble out all the romantic things which lay in his heart, but that wasn't the point of such a question; the guy would want solid truths, not the pictures that love painted in his soul.

"She's about as tall as me; brown hair that's straight and comes to her shoulders. She's got green eyes, and a hell of a smile. Thin, athletic build. She might be calling out for some dumbass named Glenn." He couldn't help the smirk then, knowing she'd be trying to track him down, too. If she were here. What if she wasn't? Where would she be then? Back in Alexandria? Some other place, maybe where he might never find her? No, he couldn't let that enter in his thoughts. He would find her. He would.