... Oh. Well. That was surprisingly easier than he expected. He can't quite help a smile when John heads over to the fuse box. He follows, of course, peering over his shoulder.

But yeah, no. He's definitely a nineteen year old kid who's never seen anything like that before. "Um, what is that? I thought they were switches."

Those don't look like switches. He does at least cast an additional bit of light for John to see after a moment, holding up his hand and focusing a bit of magic around his hand. It's not much, but it's something.