Clem and Snow move up the stairs to the second floor, weapons ready. There is a noise out ahead of them, and they reach the landing, ready to start exchanging lead. What they find is no less than 9 kids, not really showing an awareness of the runners as they stream past at full speed, each with a backpack or drawstring bag carrying their worldly possessions. The last is a girl, maybe 14, carrying a baby and diaper bag in addition to her load. She notes the weapons of the women, but after a moments hesitation she squeezes past them on the rail and races down the stairs, calling after the children in some Hispanic dialect.
Turning back to the balcony, they see three adults, much more heavily laden. Four technically, if you count the ancient being cradled in the young man's arms. The parents of this brood are also there looking frightened. You note a heavy pistol stuffed unholstered in the man's belt, but he looks too scared to use it.
The open door behind them is one that belongs to the room NEXT to the one the signal is emanating from.