Riddick couldn't say what was a common name on his home planet due to lack of knowledge of the place. He had been bounced around the galaxy so much every culture was a blur to him. None of it had ever mattered either. The people in the places he'd been stationed or stashed were a whole other breed of animal from him; Riddick had never wanted to integrate into their worlds. He was a survivor. All he'd ever done was found a way to survive.
Eyeing her speculatively, he asked, "You regularly try kicking your way through bricks? I have a tendency to respect warriors more than regular civs. Although all of the civilized are a different kind of animal to me. I got no use for them. I prefer instincts and open air."
Rarely had Riddick met someone who made him believe he should trust them. Deirdre gave off an air of familiarity which he couldn't walk away from without trying to figure it out.