Riddick just looks at her. Five years had been good to her. She looked a little more nervous than he remembered, but then he had yelled. First instinct told him to order her to tell him why she wasn't in New Mecca any more. Where he'd *left her, but... Jack. She was too old for him to be telling her what to do now.
His jaw clenches and unclenches as he looks for a starting place.
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Date: 2005-10-30 05:19 am (UTC)His jaw clenches and unclenches as he looks for a starting place.
"How's Holy Man?"