James had just been relaxing back on the bench he originally sat himself upon when he first arrived, and remained perfectly quiet as he sat there so he could eavesdrop on the conversations..and actions being taken by his fellow inmates. In just the short time he'd been here, he already had acquired a decent insight to the personalities of those that dwelled behind those bars along with him. 

When the guards came out for James and grabbed onto his arms again, he actually did not fight against this time and willingly followed them back to his cell. The only time there was a pause would have been when he turned his head over his shoulder to inspect the other inmates and call out to each of them, "So who ever is my cell mate..I call top bunk." Although he was clearly an older man, James would have no quarrel beating the crap out of someone to get what he wanted. After all, that was the most effective way for one to express their dominance when jailed..and now that he'd acquired all he needed in regards to information on everyone else, that was the next step he was to take.