He saw the want to smile on Daryl's face, but he said no more on it - feeling slightly embarrassed; but also amused with himself. It was probably a ridiculous thought, but one never knew what type of technology they might be dealing with. After all, if no one remembered. Then again, Glenn didn't want to think about what type of people they could be dealing with if they would invent technology which could probe through cloths. Why did his imagination have to get the best of him sometimes? He shook the thoughts, and let Daryl's words sink in.

"I'll come back with the group in the morning." Easy to step up and volunteer for that; it would bring him in close enough to keep looking for Maggie, and it would also serve as a distraction from his worry about her - if she never turned up. Maybe he should be hopeful she wouldn't? If she was safe, that was. Glenn tried to tug his mind away from those thoughts, not wanting them to turn dark. Maggie would be alive, he promised himself, no matter what. She was strong, she'd survive - and he and Daryl would find her if she was there to be found. Still, the possibility of the city ruins sounded interesting; it made him wonder what type of civilization was still around, if any. Were they the only life forms there, those who were just dropped down there?