Dark Shadows
Ch. 6She did search for blades, but she didn't find any.
In fact she didn't find much of anything. His rooms had no decoration of anykind. He only had what was necissary: food, clothes, and she was sure weapons, she just didn't know where. He did, however, have a shower.
She had just finished drying her hair when he returned.
"Couldn't just take my word for it?" he asked, indicating a partially open cabinet door, evidence that she'd been going through his things.
She issued herself a silent reprimand for being careless. But he didn't seem angry.
"You didn't turn the lights up," he noticed. He usually kept the lights on dim so he didn't have to wear his goggles.
She shrugged. She didn't tell him that she hated light, avoided it whenever possible.
A loud beep sounded and Li jumped backwards.
"Relax," he said, "it's just the door."
He opened it to find a necromonger officer standing in the hall.
"Lord Marshel," he stopped when he saw Li standing in the background.
"Who-?"
"She's none of your business," he said stepping out into the hall, closing the door behind him.
He was gone a good twenty minutes. Li wondered who the man was and what he thought of her. He had seemed suprised to see her. Maybe he'd talk Riddick into getting rid of her.
When he came back he was muttering something about "necro politics." He sat down on the couch and looked over to where Li was standing with her back pressed against the far wall.
"You're a really jumpy kid," he said. "Why don't you sit down?"
She remained standing, eyes on the floor.
He sighed. "Look, I get it, you know my record, you pretty much know who I am. I'd be concerned if you weren't afraid of me, but I have no reason to kill you, at least not yet. So relax."