Riddick didn't bother holding back a loud laugh at Deirdre's retort.
"I never met a Fiona so I'll take your word for it. I also wouldn't have taken you for a princess. You've got the air of a warrior queen. I'd offer you a throne, but something tells me you'd want that bullshit nearly as much as me. Fuck that kind of responsibility. I inherited an armada of fucking death-worshippers since they've got this whole motto: 'You keep what you kill.' I killed their leader. I know I want to return them to sender."
People who came from large families tended to fascinate Riddick. His lack of any contact with his father or mother or any of his people had left him with a sense of something missing his whole life. There had never been anyone he could count on or trust enough to share a laugh with since everyone was just like him: trying to survive.
"What's it like having a bunch of brothers and sisters?"