"It's not good enough." Dustin murmurs. He picks up a couple of broken wood planks but, without anything to nail them in with, discards them with a frustrated huff. Everything's either too big to move or too small to be useful, he thinks, gaze panning around. This would be so much easier if he was fucking smart. Stupid storm. Come on, there's gotta be something useful rattling around in there...

Flustered, Dustin starts pacing the edges of the room, mentally marking and re-marking possible entry points without doing anything about them. "Did you hear anything outside from the door?" he asks. "You think it's still out there?"