"No, no hotel. I broke into an abandoned flat." Some people would've been embarrassed about their criminal activity. Not the Doctor; it was necessary, and no one was home. Where was the harm? "Your pancakes are on the table." He wouldn't be eating, of course - the prospect of making progress on their rescue plan was far more enticing than food.
Once he'd deposited the things - food on the table, bag of clothes in the bedroom just inside the door - the Doctor found a chair and sat himself down so that he could start working on the perception filters. "Your friend Harry," he called. The Doctor intended to give Fred some space so that she could change clothes in the bedroom, but that didn't mean he'd stop talking. "If we can find him, do you think he'd be able to help with the break-out?"