[As Riddick rushes towards Jack he is momentarily surprised that he did in fact wait. That seemed to fit with what he had gathered from the other man so far, so he straightened up from his run, stopping, propping his goggles on his forehead, and looking at their surroundings. Finally he looks back to Jack, his breath hardly heavy from the fight and run, and gives a wry grin.]

Didn't expect you to actually wait. [His eyes glint in the dark as he looks Jack over as if weighing his worth and words. The clothes, the cane, the clipped British voice all seemed to make no impression on Riddick, but the simple fact that Jack did not leave...that seems to strike Riddick as something foreign.]

Guess I could ask your name now. And where it is we need to go to get the hell outta here?