James didn't know what was going to come out of some basic training. He was getting awfully antsy these days when it came to his powers and how tightly managed they were. Handler Cohen was no joke when it came to his supervision but honestly he didn't expect anything less. James was sent off into a dark little cell whenever he acted out back at Inferno and he knew that the same thing would happen here if he decided to let loose.
When the pyrokinetic arrived he didn't say anything at first - he liked doing that 'watching' thing even if it sounded a little creepy. It was basically James' way of taking in someone's energy and basically to see whether or not they sucked when it came to training.
Being stuck at Inferno for seventeen years made James somewhat of a pro when it came to skills that were expanded outside his powers. Obviously powers weren't everything so the basic hand to hand combat had to be learned. Agents were built up to be all sorts of wonderful things.
"You know it's not going to hit back. You can probably punch it a little harder." James smirked as he pointed it out, his arms crossed as he continued to watch the green haired agent.