Glenn still looks at him with some dubiousness, mind working away to continue to try to make sense of this.

Then again, his mom doesn't usually talk about her friends, anyway. So that makes sense why he hasn't heard of Mister Thrawn before.

He nods a little after a moment, chewing on his lip. Looking around again, he tries to continue to make sense of his surroundings, frowning.

"...Mom usually doesn't need to ask anyone to watch me. 'Cause we live in the woods. Only Clara and her mom come to visit. 'Cause everyone else thinks I'm weird and hate me."

Looking back up at him, he quickly avoids direct eye contact.

"...You don't think that I like insects is weird?"