Annie nodded. She knew that she could use Fred's tablet to create an image of the guy she'd seen, even if there weren't photos of him on the internet or any other database. She could coax the little thing into letting her transfer the picture in her head onto it. Then Tony could see. But she was way too tired to do it right now, and she thought that there might be too many meds in her system, to boot. It would be better done if they waited, and she knew - really knew - that Tony wouldn't let it go until she did it.
"I'd like that." She said, of moving. Though she did like the idea of harm on that guy, too. Really, Annie just wanted to be home. Pampered some. Taken care of. Out of the hospital.
"I'm so ready to be out of here. And to have something to eat that isn't flavorless mashed potatoes." Annie smiled up at Tony. "Do what you gotta do, and let's blow this Popsicle stand."