Riddick & Faith
"Good for you. I like women who eat. Where I been? Food is a fucking privilege."
Faith had an expressive face and an ease of movement which Riddick enjoyed watching. She had to have some kind of physical job. No way was Riddick going to believe she sat at a desk or fetched coffee or whatever other bullshit job got assigned to mundane females. The Valkyrie moved like a warrior which was different to the way Faith carried herself so he doubted they came from the same world or at least if they did? They weren't in the same role.
"What's the world like where you're from? You don't move like a civ. Civilized person. Or civilian if you're from one of those military type places. I been to both before I landed where I was before coming here. Universe is a big place. I'm feeling lucky I got stuck with a lot of prime females right now."
Riddick had no intention of being offensive. He spoke with a matter-of-fact tone cultivated from years of not giving a shit about etiquette. No one had thought to teach him how to be appropriate. Growing up, Riddick had learned how to survive and he considered his education significantly more valuable as a result. Talking pretty could open some doors, sure, but knowing how to kick doors open worked faster and just as effectively if not more so.