Our Riddick does bloody good bread. I think 'e got into pummeling dough when 'e 'as to stop 'imself pummelling everyone around 'im. Both them mates of yours looked all set to come 'ere and get you. I'd've come and said 'ello, but, well.

[She eyes him with the slightly detached affection of someone who can't entirely see what's bothering Stephen, but hates that he's being bothered.]

There's worse places to be while you're dead and alive. There's time, 'ere outside space and time, if you see what I mean.