Annie was about to say no to the food, but then she realized she didn't really know when the last time she ate was. Renfield and Doom had both fed her, of course, but Annie didn't think she'd eaten since Doom had killed her friend. She hadn't much felt like it.
"Sure?" Maybe it was a cop thing. Maybe it was just a Charlie thing. She had no idea. But she did suddenly think she might be able to get some answers from this guy. About where she was now. She'd run into the watch so quickly that she hadn't even had time to properly wonder.