Kelly sat across from Riddick watching as he shoveled food into his mouth faster than her and downed half the bottle. She didn't blame him though in slams you had to eat fast or starve. She finished off the bottle and got up to get another one. They drained that before they were done eating and Kelly decided it was his turn to be drilled.

"So what is the convict with an entire army doing on a slum planet in the middle of nowhere 200 light years from New Mecca?" she asked. He looked up at her with his shined eyes and she saw them flash. "Awww, a touchy subject I see so let's start somewhere else. Why did I find the great Richard B. Riddick half dead in a back alley?"

"Mercs," he boomed slamming more of whiskey, "So I'm curios why did you drag me here and save my ass? I mean I've hit you, put your head through a glass door, and tried to crush you and yet you still haven't said fuck it let him die."

"Convict's code. Gotta stick together," she replied taking another shot, "So are you going stir crazy yet?"

"A little why?" he asked looking at her closely.

"I gotta go out and thought that you might wanna tag along," she said as she cleared the plates from the table. He nodded and watched as she moved over and began checking his bandages. She knelt down to examine on of the wounds on his lower stomach and he couldn't stop himself.

"While you're down there…," he purred. To his amazement her hand dropped to his crotch and she smiled slightly looking up at him. But it wasn't what he though and a second later she grabbed the very valued part of his anatomy and twisted causing his eyes to cross.

"Anything else you want me to do while I'm down here?" she asked sweetly and he choked as he shook his head. Kelly smirked as she stood up and left Riddick to clutch his groin and moan in peace. She quickly changed into street clothes; a black half tee, and jeans before going into the spare room and grabbing Riddick a shirt, his goggles, and his boots. She walked back into the kitchen and threw them into his lap.

"Hurry up," she commanded as she whipped out a fake ID she'd made for him. If he stuck around he would need identification. "Here, it's a fake, but no one will be able to tell," she said handing it to him, "Aren't you lucky that I make fake documents on the side? You're name is Henry Goodson." Riddick looked up at her with amazement so profound it was comical. She looked down at him and started to laugh.

Riddick couldn't believe this woman, you had to pay a lot of money for fakes like this and she'd just given him one for free. No way this was real, this had to be a dream, because no one in the verse was this nice. He stared at her and she started to laugh. Of all the things in the verse she could have done she laughed. It was a nice laugh too, light and honest.

"You are so fucking strange," he muttered as he pulled his boots on.

"Sugar you have no idea," she told him, as she turned and headed for the door, "Hurry now." Riddick stood up and pulled his shirt on along with his goggles as he followed her out the door. He lagged a little behind her watching the way her hips swayed as she walked. They walked out into the dim light of the street and he followed her closely. They walked along way until she swung into a small store and stopped.

"Look for what ever you want and bring it to me. If you're staying that is," she told him.

"I think I'll stick around for a while," he told her.

"Woot," she said sarcastically as she disappeared down into a row. He shook his head and started looking around.