Hilbert simply decides upon only seeing two people that are probably not a part of his squad, he'll eat anyways. After all, he rationalizes, he still has plenty of time.
Ordering some chicken to consume, he sits down and actually takes his first look at what he's gonna be served from now on. And there's no confidence when he finishes staring. Is this really chicken? "Well, I have to eat something..." he sighs. [Those shifty street vendors back home could cook better than this.], he mumbled. The first bite matched with the first impression of this chicken: mediocre, but it'll have to do.