Riddick awoke, feeling like something was wrong. His instincts were right – of course they were – when he noticed the bracelet was lying on the floor. Alarm ran through his head, and he immediately went into the pilot room to see wether Rebel had interfered with the controls or attempted to send a HU signal. HU was much more efficient then its previous counterparts, such as SU, even back to the decrepit SOS… Pulling his mind back to the task, he realised he'd never find her. She was quieter then even he was. As he inspected the controls, to his relief, he found that she had not interfered with them at all.

Then he began to chuckle. He knew exactly what he could, and would do to find her. He grabbed the sugar disperser – still set to pepper – from the kitchen and casually walked back to the pilot room. He copied the code into the air-conditioning system, and soon the smell of pepper was obvious throughout the ship. Soon rewarded for his thinking, he heard Rebel in a fit of sneezing in the gym.

Taking his time, he sauntered through to the room, and began to laugh as he saw her on her hands and knees, sneezing violently. Between sneezes she glared up at him. "That was not fair, Riddick." She looked back up at him when she had caught her breath somewhat, and he caught the - although irritated - wry acceptance at her failure to escape in her face as her mouth quirked slightly.

He stayed there and watched as she tried to regain her breath. Another round of sneezing followed, and it probably wasn't the best idea to leave her like that. "You. Stay." Riddick walked back to the pilot room, changed the air conditioning so it'd clean all traces of pepper from the system and walked back, collecting a pair of handcuffs whilst he did so. Rebel was still sneezing, but now sporadically, and was now able to remain sitting up. She leaned against the wall, trying to slow her breathing from the sneezing fit and he took the time to drag a chair over, flip it around and sit down on it, resting his muscled arms on the back.

Riddick studied her. She has secrets, that much is obvious. She's tough… wonder why. Don't know much about her past; no criminal record, kinda weird for an accomplished pick-pocket. Coupla things I'd like to know about her… why does she move so silently? Why does she have claws? Why can she see perfectly well in the dim light as well as the day? I want to know her as a person, but also as a woman… she is beautiful, does she know that – probably not. He listened intently as her breathing slowed.

Rebel looked back up at him. He could see she was wary; her body was ready to run, but she wasn't scared. He scooted the chair forward, until she was within arms reach. Riddick noticed she began to tense slightly though. One step at a time…

"What's your real name, kid?"

"Arlina Wells."

"Sounds Earthen. You from Earth?"

She started to reply, but then paused. "Y-Why do you care?"

"Just making conversation. Or could you think of something else we could be doing?"

Her face tightened, Riddick was amused to note, as she considered her options. "Yeah, I am from Earth, not sure if I'm entirely human though. You?"

Reaching over, he tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "I'm asking you the questions. I'm Furyan, though." He leaned back on his arms.

Comprehension dawned in her eyes at the statement. It explained a lot.

"Why are you a pickpocket?"

Rebel answered carefully. "Nothing else to do."

"What about your parents?"

A look of pain crossed her face and she looked away. He watched conflicting emotions play across her face.

"I'm going" she announced and she jumped up and tried get out.

He grabbed her as she went past, lifting her around on the seat so she was straddling him, caught between his body and the chair back. She tried to struggle, but pinned, there wasn't much she could do, especially after he caught both of her wrists. He was expecting her claws, and dodged them, staring at them glittering dangerously. She continued struggling. Calm down! He thought. Her hair had come loose, now it tumbled down her hair, mussed – just as if she'd been rolling around in bed. He breathed in sharply at the images that came into his head. She calmed down somewhat, and although he still held her arms loosely, he let her pull her hand up to push her hair behind her ears. She eyed him as he let go of a hand and ran it along her cheek. Entire body taut, she ceased her movement. Smart girl.

Rebel's jeans were intact, however her black tank top had suffered some wear and tear since Riddick had kidnapped her. It was ripped in places, showing strips of tanned skin and bits of her red bra. Riddick slowly traced the outline of her face again, then caressed her neck, fingers following the neckline of her shirt. He leant in further to grab both of her wrists in one large hand before she realised what he was doing, whilst his other hand continued its travels, slowly outlining the swell of her breast with a light touch. He felt her fear suddenly grow, as well as her anger. His hand lingered momentarily, and Riddick felt her attempt to jerk away. She doesn't like this, not like some of the others. Either she's been screwed around with or has to be in control. Not like she has any options here though. As his hand trailed lower he felt her wince. His eyebrows drew together in confusion, but he disregarded it as her fear.

Hegrabbed the handcuffs he had tucked in a pocket. She immediately struggled violently, causing him to drop the handcuffs when he had to grab the seat to keep from falling. Riddick leaned down to pick them up, and she took the opportunity to run. She fled to the kitchen, dodging around the table, keeping it between her and Riddick, as he circled her. Inevitably, she slipped on the stools that he had knocked down purposefully. Falling to the ground, he tackled her, trying to pin her. She rolled out of his grip and was up first, turning to run. He grabbed an ankle, pulling her down and pinning her to the ground.

Her shoulders slumped as he straddled her, both breathing heavily. She protested softly as he grabbed her arms but didn't pull them away this time as he snapped the cuffs around her wrists. When he looked back at her he was surprised at the fear in her eyes.

Riddick rolled off her, and pulled her up. She avoided his gaze and her breathing was harsh. What's with this girl? She's all big time bad-ass as when she's running, hell, even fighting, but now she's freaked as all hell. Even looks like she might cry. Damnit! I hate the ones who cry. His musings were interrupted as the ship shuddered with impact. Riddick was startled, although he didn't show it. He reached the pilot room, dragging Rebel behind him. When he realised what had happened, he was slightly relieved. He'd been worried that they'd been docked by cops; instead, it was a ship belonging to the Syndicate.