Sam turned the doorknob slowly and shifted into the room almost on her toes. She shot quick glances to all four corners of the rooms and in the most obvious nooks before she let her niece into the room. The kid waltzed in without a damn to give about the noise she made. She huffed all the way from the door to the window, peered out, then spun back around. With a scowl, Sam left the door an inch or so open and began to search the room for useful items. 

"This is a waste of time," Darcy made sure to note as soon as possible. She added a whine to her tone, just to give it that extra shrillness. In truth she wanted to leave, and not just this building but the entire campus, and put it behind them. She didn't like so many strangers and guns. "They already checked all the buildings." 

Sam ignored her, she tried explaining the situation before the meeting, but she was beginning to think Darcy understood and fancied making trouble just to put her aunt off helping out. Sam started pulling out all the drawers and opening cabinets. The longer she searched, the more evident it became nothing of note would be found in the room. It was merely a music classroom, after all. Though she expected as much, disappointment still etched its way onto her features; she needed to find something more threatening than a tire iron, and the desperation was getting stronger.

"Aunt Sam," Darcy groaned. "We're going to be here all day." She made her way over to a bookcase and ran her fingertip across the bindings. 

"Not if you shut up and help." Sam signalled for her niece to follow and marched back into the hallway. If she kept this pace, she could see them clearing the first floor in no time at all. Maybe she'd set up camp on the top floor, provided the place could be secured easy enough. Tightening her grip on the tire iron, until the pads of her hand grew sore, she twisted the knob on the next door down.