Margery doesn't have anything to worry about -- she's already being entertaining, the liquifying floor doesn't reach her.
Avia's Mother Box doesn't seem to be picking anything up except for some sort of rippling static traveling to and fro. Jon's x-ray vision is strangely blurry, but slightly more useful. Alina shrieks and the ripple-effect and blurring briefly cease, allowing Jon and the Mother Box to locate Alina somewhere in the area of the kitchen. Both start up again almost immediately.
"Big spider!" Alina's giggly near-calm seems to have been rattled, if only for the moment. "Ugh, I hate it. Jon, you deal with it."
The spider in question appears in the fog. Alina's not kidding about "big". Right now, it's about three-feet-tall big.
And growing.
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