That stunned him for a moment; 'spacemen'. He wasn't sure exactly how to react to that at first, but weirder shit had happened. After all, they knew how they'd each felt when the dead had first started to get up and come after the living. Besides, Earth couldn't be the only place that supported life, right? "Spacemen?" He asked; feeling a smile tug at his lips, even as he tried to keep a straight face. "Awesome. Or, well, not awesome, but you know..." The smile was wider then, he was helpless in it. There was also probably a strange sparkle in his eyes, too. "Okay, yeah - pretty bad ass. I didn't think our lives could get any more like a comic, but I guess I was wrong?" Then, before he could help the next thought; "I hope they didn't probe us or anything... I mean, I don't feel probed, but..." And he shut himself up, shaking his head at the hot air which was flying from his lips. It'd been a while since he'd gone on such a nervous tirade, but old habits sometimes could haunt a person.

They were on the ground then, and Glenn took a second to take in their surroundings. "Wow." Was a soft whisper, then he found Daryl pressing the handle of a blade towards him. "Thanks, man." Was the easy smile on his lips, a soft nod of his head to emphasize that gratitude. He tucked the blade in to the sheath; glad to have something at his disposal once again.