The explanation of the word which confused him made him want to laugh, but he held it back in favor of a small. "I'll keep that in mind." Glenn had picked up the undertone, the fondness there. His flash light fell over the form of a woman, and - no, it wasn't his wife. He let out a breath he'd not realized he'd been holding.

When he was told that his current companion was fine, he'd given a nod and didn't press further. Still, if it came down to it - he would give Newt a hand if he could; he'd keep his eye out for him, too. That's just how it worked. He went back to his inspections of those still in the seat, heart jumping in to his throat now and again when someone seemed a high possibility to be revealed as Maggie. Glenn was torn on his thoughts of finding her there. To see her, know that she was there with him? That would be good. But, if she were safer elsewhere? That would be even better. Her well-being was the most important thing. More important than her being with him. Still, he didn't want to leave her there if she happened to have gotten on the ship - however they did - too.

"Cranks?" He heard himself ask, pulled back to the moment by Newt's words. The confusion was clear on his face. And the more Newt talked, the more that Glenn's expression became mystified. "Hold on, hold on - Wicked? What's that? And no, I just remember... I was in the woods, and then I was here. This is a really far cry from everything for months, man. But, yeah. Dude, what's Wicked, and what's the Scorch?" His flashlight was on the guy he was speaking to, but he wasn't rude with the beam of it. Glenn closed the distance between them, his curiosity showing on his face.