Pratt's assigned time is 6:24, but he's also found that they'll bring him food literally whenever he shows up. Which is whenever he wants something other than buffet food. He's pretty much always eating, not that anyone would know looking at him, emaciated like he's been starved for months.

Because he has been.

He arches an eyebrow, "Not a fan of free food?"

His voice is gruff and raspy, like his throat is damaged, and he's wearing an oversized beige army jacket that clearly isn't his, over some tropical Tommy Bahama button up shirts.

"It's pretty good, even though I dunno where it's coming from."