With some effort, Lucca unlocked the door to Room 202 and flinched. It was like walking into a janitorial closet. Every free surface was covered in screwdrivers, bits of metal, and what might have been a soldering iron.
"Is this the right place?" she asked out loud to nobody in particular. Indeed, on the door was a name tag proclaiming EMILIA BATES and LUCCA SNOW. Shrugging, she cleared off the bed that looked more habitable and less like a robotics workshop, dropped her baggage down it and made to return to the library.