Meg gives a sloppy little salute and bright grin (she seems wholly comfortable, even personable, in these situations, but no less genuinely professional).

"I'm on it, chief. I'll scout up ahead and move back. If anybody is coming with me, now would be the time." And forward she goes--not by a great deal, but she moves quickly (faster than it is at all normal), and her eyes are very, very sharp. She sees things that have been disturbed by the ants' size, the marks they leave on their surroundings, and where they might have claimed food or objects to bring back to the nest.