Van kept away from the door and out into the cafeteria. If anything was there, it would have likely attacked them by now, yet nothing came. Still, that was little comfort to him.

Bringing the light back to the door, he looked over the knob. The pipe had seemed to have little effect on it at all. "We can try again, but it wouldn't be wise to announce our presence anymore than it has been." He frowned, lifting a hand to gently stroke his beard. "Perhaps, we can find something to pick the lock. It would be quieter at the least."