John shoots Billy a glare that lasts for all of half a second before he sighs, shoulders drooping. Fine, he'll do it. He is some kind of grossly warped version of an idiot hero, back on his home world. He just doesn't want to admit it nor will he ever truly think of himself in that way.

He doesn't say anything as he flicks his lighter lid open and brings it up close to the fuses, studying the contents of the box. Somehow he'd expected it to be a bit obvious. Maybe one switch is down while all the rest are up, that kind of thing. It's not very obvious at all. In fact there's not really switches, it's the old style with the wires coiled around the metal contacts in a ceramic holder.

Holding his lighter with one hand, John's eyes scan over the contents of the fuse box again before he reaches out for the biggest one which he assumes to be the main one and pulls it out. He expects to be able to turn it around and see whether the fuse wire is snapped, but you know. What does he know about fixing stuff up around a house anyway? Let alone an entire hotel building.