Old times were old times, after all. "You did a great job! I have would never dared to write something like this, something so...fanciful and against the rules of my time." Val admired Charlie for his courage. She probably even was some sort of fangirl...
Valentina followed him and scanned the way for the lost doll- unsuccessfully. "Okay. Red hair. I can work with that," she said while glancing around in the storage room. "Is it one of these horrifying porcelain dolls? A woman I knew had a whole collection of them and I swear, every time I visited her, the dolls were watching every move I made." Well, she was babbling again, but Val was kind of afraid of these kind of dolls. "Do you remember where you last saw the doll?" she asked. That could give them a hint on where to start searching.