Harold found Scott's accent somewhat difficult to parse, but he managed to get most of that. He nodded acknowledgment, grateful to be given some way to give back. He didn't miss the curiousity, either. Part of Harold longed to pour his story out to another human being.

Most of him wanted to stay alive, so he didn't. "I-- haven't eaten since the morning, sir. I left some things in the lifeboat, they could be useful if they can be retrieved. Food."

He felt like an idiot for forgetting it was there, but hoped the offering would be enough to put Scott off of asking more personal questions.

"Lead on, sir."