Somewhere along the night Hal had finally fallen asleep. He wasn't woken until at guard rambled at the door of the cell, announcing their breakfast was being served. Waking with a start he nearly knocked his head against Kat's. It took a moment for Hal to find himself again, putting the girl aside in a gingerly fashion he quickly gathered the plates of food. Sniffing and carefully tasting both portions before deciding it was safe. 

Hal checked Kat's temperature before waking her up. The food might not be all too welcome, but she would have to eat to regain her strength. Somewhere in the back of his mind he wanted to ask her more questions, but for now he wouldn't know what to ask her. Instead of questions he fed Kat her breakfast instead. The food wasn't the best, but in his time alone Hal had tasted far worse.