[ breakfast is easiest for helen to wander around during. she's not eating that much, herself, hoping to aid the less fortunate and able and that requires not being buried in her meal. as it is, she wanders every so often, making sure no one answering to the wardens takes sudden offense at her movements.
eventually, she makes her way over to data's location, taking a seat nearby, well away from any personal space bubble this man might have. ]
Certainly not the best of meals, but necessary all the same.
[ maybe. she's taken notice of how he's not touching his rations and her curiosity has been roused. ]