Carl knew that there was a time and place to actually listen to an adult. Whether he chose to listen to the adults was a different thing. But now... now that he was in a place that he didn't recognize, and without someone he knew, he had a strong feeling that now was one of the times in which he should remain silent and actually listen to what was being told to him.
"Illinois? ...and you've been here for two months?" He sighed softly, and just shook his head. He supposed that a Maine without walkers was much better than a Georgia with walkers. Especially if his father was here. And Daryl. That was good. He liked Daryl.
He reached toward the phone that Sam offered him, and studied it for a moment. He'd been so young when the walkers started showing up, when he and his mother'd had to leave their house. Leave his father in the hospital. He'd never gotten a chance to be a normal teenager, with normal.... cell phones. It took him a moment or two, but he managed to type out a short message on the network. To let his family and the group know he was okay.
"...there are no walkers here?" He wasn't too sure he believed that, but... Sam wouldn't have been nearly this calm had there been, right? He still clung to his gun, though. One could never be too careful. "Where there walkers in Illinois?"