Hal let out his hyena laugh, as the cooks liked to call it. It didn't sound like a hyena, but Hal reminded them of one because of his dingy looks and late night habits. Which, he wasn't too sure he even had. When she said his name, it rang in his head a couple extra times. He shook it before he could respond. "That it is. I'm shitty with names." He rubbed the back of his neck, blushing lightly. "I'll go grab your coffee after you remind me what to call you." he huffed with a guilty smile. Holding up his pen and paper, Hal wrote down his number. He felt compelled to give it to her once he brought back her coffee. He wasn't sure why, but something about her voice felt strangely familiar and comforting. And usually, he just followed his gut.