She rolled her eyes at him. "It has worked thus far. Don't knock a plan until you try it. But you keep on as you are, just scram out of my area. Working too hard to keep what's mine mine. Scavenge around here again and I'll hand you your ass."
Deirdre just shrugged. What ever floated his boat, away from her little section of the world, was fine and dandy. As long as he didn't pick apart what she'd created, she wouldn't show him just how vicious she could be. She wondered what his world was like to turn him into this.
Deirdre could understand - after all she'd been in a world of cutthroats and backstabbers - but she'd carved out her own niche while using what this place had given her. Might as well accept the gifts because it seemed like the strings were attached even if you didn't.
Why worry too much about it? Besides she had a better life here - Riddick was here, the Mutt was here. Back home? She had nothing left. She'd take this gift and run with it. This man? Could do what ever he damn well pleased.