He'd nodded his head; eyes going back to the distance for a second. No, he did need to stick around and look for Maggie if he could; if other people were still waking up, or if anyone else came? He wanted to be on hand for as long as he could, when he could - but he couldn't lie and say the city wasn't tempting. Natural curiosity might soon get the better of him, all things considered; he just had to hang on to see if she arrived. And if she didn't? He'd weigh all of that in his mind later, when they knew more about what was going on. It might be a blessing that she wasn't there with them, what with the way they'd just been dropped there. Patched up or not, this didn't feel promising.

As far as hunting was concerned? Glenn's mind was along with Daryl's on the thoughts about the dogs. That wasn't an experience he wanted to repeat, either. "I'm glad to hear that about game, man." Was another soft nod, and a peek of a smile - then he turned to look back at the thing which had brought them to wherever they were. He ran a hand through his hair, making a face at it before he exhaled and glanced back at Daryl. "I'll go back in, get stuff out that hasn't been grabbed; I can probably get to a few places that others might not be able to..." How many times had he proven himself in tight squeezes?