No answer. Aizawa didn't think to really warn Jason adequately enough--or, rather he thought to give him as little an impression of the hardships coming up as possible. From what he could tell, Jason had clearly expected a good and healthy exercise routine. The shorts, shirt and shoes would lend little to interfere with running, he supposed.

It wasn't as if he wouldn't give Jason a little cardio to work on, after all.

Aizawa stood at the door, leaving it opened once he answered Jason.

"Here we are," He gestured to the vast expanse behind him. It was dull-looking. Grey, drab apartments littered his space with small corner stores adorning them. There were a few parks that could be spotted, but they were more appropriately called 'patches of grass in the middle of asphalt' if anything. "Welcome to Hell."