She's vaguely aware of his entering the room, inherent demigod awareness and all that, but she registers and knows it's him soon enough that that's about all she does. She hears the groan, but doesn't budge or think anything of it, just hunches up closer to the screen. Her own pajamas are straight out of Keeliai, drawstring shorts and a loose short sleeved shirt. When Percy speaks, there's a few long moments of silence with the question hanging in the air.

"No, I'm not hungry," Annabeth replies absently, scowling at the screen and dragging something off view. She taps at the keyboard, pulling up a 3D model of a jail-cell, but she's squinting at it with uncertainty, then grumbling over it under her breath, before clicking it away.