Riddick barely paid her a glance, not because he wasn't interested but rather because he was. The problem was, whenever Riddick found someone interesting enough to notice, they tended to end up dead. After Kyra, he'd learned his lesson and didn't intend to forget it just because he was in a new place.
"Hardly," he replied, not commenting on the statement regarding her mother. What did she expect? He'd been found as an infant in a dumpster, with his umbilical cord wrapped around his throat. It wasn't like he had a connection with his parents. Hell, he never even knew them and wasn't entirely unconvinced they hadn't been the ones to try to kill him, themselves.
"Guy's still there," he added, tipping his head in the direction of the hill. "Doubt he's going much of anywhere, either. Probably just waiting until you're alone." The Furyan smirked lightly as his gaze went to the ocean. "Clearly, he doesn't know who he's fucking with."
Squatting down, he plucked a small, smooth stone up from the sand and slid his fingers across it. Rising back to his full height he tossed the pebble into the air lightly, caught it, then flung it toward the ocean. It skipped across the water a half a dozen or so times before finally falling beneath the waves with a light plop. His head turned and his silvery-white orbs focused on Sarah.
"What makes you so sure I'm not one of those human monsters?" he questioned in a faintly amused tone. It was always something he was curious about, whether his reputation labeled him as a monster and therefore he was one, or whether he was a monster and his reputation just stated such as a simple fact. Here, in this world where nobody even knew who he was, he thought he might be able to find out.