Look around the locker room for something to help, or at least entertain her.

(chapter originally by Misayaka on writing.com)

Nothing. Yuko caught her breath after her useless tirade, feeling more than a little foolish for losing her cool like that. The pool was empty, it was clear enough after leaning to the door to listen. She wasn't going to stress it, the day was only half-done, someone was bound to come into the locker room before l-

"Oh, crap." It hit her. Sure, someone would. A class of obnoxious guys who'd never let her hear the end of being in their locker room. If she was lucky.

That spurned Yuko into action, alright. The girl shot to her feet, rolled up her sleeves, and headed for the lockers. Something in there had to be of use. She started checking each and every nearby locker for some way of getting out of that room... or at least biding her time.

After several minutes of searching, checking all the lockers turned up...