Arcade only takes a moment to consider, backing up a careful step as he pulls away from the doors. They rattle again dangerously, that thing on the other side battering against them, but the bar holds. Still. He hesitates, watching the flicker of darker shadow-shapes moving along the narrow gap beneath the doors. Those creepy tentacles - like it's looking for a way to reach through.

"Let's go with... pretty unlucky." He nods toward the nearest exam table, reaching it in a few swift strides. Dislodging it from the debris and broken floor tiles is going to take effort, but less than having to waste the last of their ammo killing that thing. Hopefully, anyway.