Anna and Ariel, Gingers United
Looking amongst a throng of creepy looking dolls, that surely sounded fun. Ariel didn't look to excited, with that crinkled nose and the slight look of horror and disgust, though that might still be chalked up to the stench that she had yet gotten accustomed to.
She didn't trust it. Didn't trust the room, didn't trust the dolls, didn't trust anything, aside from Anna herself. "If you think so," the mermaid replied, a little hesitant but she searched through the marionettes and plush dolls anyway. She regretted leaving all that cloth and linen behind; it'd be so nice to wrap herself around with something for warmth, even if they were thin. They would at least add another layer of clothing and that was better than none.
"Sometimes I get why Hook drinks so much," Ariel grumbled outloud, picking up a porcelain type of doll with a particularly gentle kind of face dressed in baby clothes. "I think I'm gonna get one after we get out of this mess." She wiped a layer of dust from it - it actually looked kinda cute. "You should come--"
It turned its head, round and round, until the next time it faced her, the expressioned changed to something sinister and its mouth opened, revealing a row of jagged, razor like teeth.
That's when she screamed and promptly hurled the damn thing across the room and against the wall with surprising brute force.