Indigo had always had a very steep learning curve, she'd had no option but to, her father expected results in a timely manner and if she wasn't providing those results there would be questions as to why. So Indigo was just as competent without the use of her powers, monitoring what was happening, how to catch the right stance, the right motion, the follow through. Her awareness of the situation had to play into her ability to mimic the action afterwards.
The augmentation of her powers, pushing them past their general standards to the extreme top level meant that her copying of the moves that were usually far too advanced for one sitting came easily, coupled with her agility, the fighting style most used in Japanese combat films came like a well known dance to her.
At least until she was out of breath. Pausing the program, grabbing a towel and bottle of water, Indigo turned towards the spectator, sitting on the floor, eating his bar. "So do you regularly sneak in on people and juice them up?"