"Sit tight, mostly." Jones leans out the door, careful to avoid any of the ants, and walks backward slowly, away from the house. A measurement here, a measurement there... and if the inside is anything to go on...

She stretches out with her arcane senses, feeling for a deeper understanding of the gross matter around her. And... yes. She was right. There's more to the house than there appears, in a literal sense—there's not enough room inside to fill up the house. Something's hidden.

More confident of the ants' marching patterns now, she jogs up the walk to return to Cassandra.