I wasn't planning on tell you at all, if I could help it. As far as I was concerned, what I was investigating was extra-terrestrial in nature. If I remember correctly, that's well outside your usual range of expertise.

[ There's an edge of annoyance to his tone. He doesn't like being told off by his companions-- friends, most especially when he actually deserves it. Maybe if he manages to get through this he'll have the chance to be contrite about the entire thing, but right now he needed to come up with plans B through P, in case plan A (John arriving in time) doesn't pan out.

However, the annoyance doesn't hold up long when he hears that crash-- likely John breaking into someone's car. ]

Though, I suppose I could have phoned you a little sooner. Maybe once I'd seen that sigil on the door.

[ He's already spent forty-two minutes exhausting all other possible avenues of escape from the cellar, there wasn't much else left to do at this point other than wait for his hosts to arrive. ]

John, don't worry if you can't get here in time, I'll manage to think of something. [ Though so far plans B-P were starting to look a little like Plan B: Think of something. Plan C: Think of something else. Plan D: Do something different. Plan E: Demand to die naked. Plan F: Think of something better... and so on. Though, he'd already tried Plan E before. Can't say it worked out any better for him the first time, but you never know with cults. ]