Annabelle is surprisingly willing to go with this. Maybe it's the headache, maybe it's the booze, maybe it's the bloody nose, but whatever it is, she's absolutely willing to just do what they ask her to as she's rolled up in the blanket. Tonight has been a thorough disaster on numerous levels, and she's now wallowing in despair about it. Her hawk watches passively; it seems he knows what direction this has gone in and is basically just done with this whole thing. He'll pick up Annabelle's glasses and land on her shoulder so that they're available when her eyes clear enough for her to see again.