[He was, indeed, trying to run around finding as many people as possible, but in the meantime, he hasn't rested -- not that he would allow himself to, really, with all the issues he has with sleeping right now -- and is looking really pale, his skin with a sickly hue to it and purple bags under his eyes from the strain the nogitsune's presence there placed it under.]
... Mary Margaret? [He stops, lifting his hands up in an almost surrendering gesture.] Hey, it's-- you know it's me? I mean, the real me, because I swear to god it is.