Of course, no.

"This one looks just right." — Beth picked up a key that resembled a flat-headed screwdriver the most and shut the locker door closed, not spending any more time to look at the outfit.

She confronted the door again, this time to attack. The barely visible tab resisted for a couple seconds, but ultimately allowed the outer layer of the doorknob to be detached, revealing two large screws. The key was luckily just the right size to prove useful again.

Once the connection between the sides of the doorknob went missing, the other side fell off, and the door itself was defeated.

"Yay!" — Beth pulled it open and found it appropriate to hold the rest of her satisfaction within herself.

A 40-something man in a brown suit was waiting for her on the other side.