"We can't reach out to anyone. Can't look up the internet. It's shocking that they even let us have music." James was used to it by now. Everything was just so closed off but for him the need to set things on fire was always overwhelming. It was why when someone needed him to go on a mission he was there because it gave him the excuse to go 'all out'. James had a feeling his previous handler kept him off some months because of how extreme things would get.
"I mean, I haven't tried to blow something up." There wasn't much he could actually blow up with his fire but James' other abilities were a little too extreme for him to use in this place. The whole radiation thing could be really, really bad if he actually tried to use it for things other than nuclear flashes.
"They expect you to play the good girl and do what you're told. I mean, what other option do you have?" They didn't. It was the sad little bit about being an "agent". All these rules and then when they needed you they sent you out into the field to play a role. That was their life. There was no silver lining. No light at the end of the tunnel.