A sound of frustration and throwing his hands up. Just like everything else about Mathias - dead ends. That might be literal for all he knows. He sighs, scratching the back of his head. If he could find a paper and pen, he might just leave a nice note to thank their gracious hosts...

John makes his way to the door in the back of the living area with options seemingly exhausted. He pushes the door open to the proper part of the lighthouse. If it's dark enough, he'll pull out the lighter for some light.