Illiana smirked as Kolinsky slid open her cell door the next day.

"Long time no see" she said conversationally.  She knew it had been a guard that had attacked her, and for now everyone was suspect.  The doctor had slipped her knife back into her boot before she left yesterday, an act that very well might save her life.  

"Have a nice vacation?" he asked neutrally.

"Well, you know the Camens are always crowded his time of year- but it wasn't bad" she said lightly, masking more serious thoughts. 

They walked the rest of the way in silence, getting long low whistles from inmates as they viewed the red eight-inch scar that trailed across her right bicep.  She ate in silence, too, not interested in trading sadistic banter with whomever was at her table.  She noticed Riddick's gaze flicker over her, but he hadn't looked at her since.  She finished and made her way to the dome, alone in the protective bubble.  She sighed and leaned against it, wishing to just float away and forget everything. 

She felt more than anything else Riddick's presence when he emerged from the cafeteria.  Her eyes were closed, but Riddick knew she was tracking each of his movements.  Her deliberately stayed away form her, letting it known he didn't have a problem with her- yet.   She stayed in her seeming sleep state as Riddick pumped iron, the sweat glistening on his toned body.  Everyone was in the dome by now, and all waited in anticipation for Illiana to open her eyes.  Riddick also waited for the girl to do something.  His countenance, however, was a carefully crafted mask of indifference.  He finished his work out and all waited to see if Illiana had finally bowed to Riddick.  She didn't move, just kept on sitting where she was.  This was a non answer- she was neither accepting or challenging Riddick's authority.  Riddick talked with some of his associates, making business arrangements and such.  He controlled what came in and out of Slam for the inmates- every request had to come through him.  As such, he was busy a great deal of the time. 

Everyone's attention once again turned to Illiana when she stood up.  She ignored everyone and walked back to her cell.  She laid on her bed, the best vantage point, and waited for the attacker to take this blatant invitation.  Illiana heard footsteps, measured and calm, come down the hallway. She was more than a little surprised to see Riddick framed in her doorway a minute later.  The knife automatically went in front of her, and she tossed it around in her hands carelessly.  The blade glinted in the low light, and Riddick was not stupid enough to think he could get it from her.  Instead he walked in and sat down.

"You know, you really are a pain in my ass" he said lowly, looking at her with an even gaze.

"Same goes" she replied evenly, not sure why the hell this personification of evil was sitting in her cell. 

"Any idea who attacked you?" he asked, moving his goggles from his eyes to his head. 

"A guard" she answered, shrugging.

"No shit, but which one?"

"Not a clue" she admitted, "and why do you care?"

"Because- a war with the guards is more costly and a bigger pain than a war with an inmate"

"What war?" she asked, seeing how tired he was.

"Wars occasionally break out.  The prison will become divided.  You either have two inmates fighting, or an inmate and a guard.  In the case of the two inmates, the whole prison is broken up into two sections- those loyal to one or the other.  In the case of the guards, its guards against inmates.  You've manages to bring this prison to the brink of both, and its my job to make sure neither happens."

"Why?  What's it to you?"

"Business is better when things are calm- I make more money."

"Ah, always the philanthropist" she chuckled, "No wonder you didn't try to eliminate me"

"So you see, this guard needs to be dealt with quickly and efficiently."

"I concur," she replied, suddenly wary again, "and what are you getting at?"

"You'll see," he answered cryptically.