She makes a thoughtful noise, and looks at the ants for a bit. So there's a hidden door that can only be seen in the light of the candle-flame; just her lighter's not cutting it. She walks back and snags another of the candles, lights it, holds it out - and she can see it steadily now. It's a little disorienting, but she knows it's just her mind not liking the sudden change of perception. Another few candles go in her jacket pocket.

Near the door again, she glances at Boromir, lit candle in one hand, CiD in the other. She doesn't say it, but if he'd like to go wait outside, she's not going to whine at him to accompany her in the face of being unsettled in a deep way by magic doors.