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Alice knows as soon as she opens the creaky door that the room isn't quite as empty as she had hoped it was. The lights are turned down low and she can hear the voices of two men arguing from some other room. She freezes with her hand on the doorknob. Shit, shit, shit. There go all of her plans to sleep in a bed and maybe take a shower tonight. She's not too far gone that killing people for a bed is something she's willing to do yet so she starts slowly backing out and hoping that the two men are too busy with their problems to come out and notice her.

Riddick's head whips towards the sound of the creaky door opening. He left it creaky for a reason. Mercs. He glances over at the cat with an evil grin on his face, but he doubts the cat will want to join the fun.

His apartment is barely lit, and he disabled the light switches a long time ago. He's been hoping for something like this. It's been so dull without Alice around.

Stepping out of the bathroom, he stands in the middle of the hall, filling it.

The planned taunt dies on his lips.

"Alice..."

Alice's about to dart away into the shadows when she spots a big, a very big man stepping into the hallway but when the man says her name she freezes. Her muscles tense in preparation to defend herself and her heart starts racing. Her gaze rapidly shifts from the man to the walkway and back again and her grip tightens on her knapsack. How does he know her name!?!

Questions race in his mind as he stares at her. He closes his mouth which had fallen open. He's unaccustomed to revealing things like surprise. It's not often it happens, but...

There's a furtive quality to her stance that wasn't there when he saw her last. Her body language screams to him that she's running and running scared.

It eases something inside of him that she's run to him, even if she seems wary of him at the moment too.

"Why don't you come in and close the door," he suggest in a low calm voice.

Alice hunches her shoulders when he speaks. Come in? What if the other man she heard's a company goon? How does he know her name?! Her breath starts coming in soft pants as she debates what to do. He looks like he could catch her if she ran and she's so tired of killing. Before she realizes that's she's doing it she takes a small step forward.

A master at reading body language he can tell she's almost as skittish about being on this side of the door as the other, despite the fact that she's taken a step into the room. He offers her all the reassurance he has.

"They'll have to get through me too."

Alice looks at him curiously when the man speaks again. Her brows furrow as she takes another small step inside. She looks back toward the walkway again before shifting her grip on her bag and looking back toward him. She doesn't know what to do. If he was one of them he'd already be trying to capture her but maybe this is a new technique the Company's using after she killed the last batch. But... what if he's not. She darts her tongue over her lips and when she finally speaks, her voice is little more than a whisper.

"Really?"

Riddick has to unclench his jaw to speak.

"I thought you knew that." He manages to rumble the word at her rather than growl them.

Alice stiffens and she completely stops moving at the tone of his voice. She lowers her gaze as she starts considering whether or not taking off is worth it. She's still close enough to the door that she can make it. She looks back up and whispers. Her voice sounds harsh to her own ears, after all it's been a while since she's spoken.

"Why would I know that?"

Well, that didn't win him any brownie points.

No, he thinks. Guess you never did know that did you.

She never had trusted him. She was always quick to think he had betrayed her.

"'Cause I never tried to kill you back."

As if she needed just one more thing to add to her confusion, what he said could be classified as it. She cocks her head as she forces her muscles to relax. She's pretty sure that if he'd tried to kill her she'd remember it or that she'd tried to kill him. Pretty sure at least, that's the best she can do anymore. She shakes her head slowly and takes a small step back.

"Kill you?"

Riddick tilts his head to the side and looks at her curiously with narrowed eyes. Her question carries the undertone of 'Who-the-fuck-are-you?' That could mean one of several things.

1. Umbrella Corp - lots of variations under that one. All bad.
2. Something else unrelated has happened to her, leaving him without any memory of him.
3. The woman in front of him is a different Alice.

"Do you remember me or know who I am? Jill, Carlos, L.J., Angela?"

Alice tries hard not to let any of the rage she feels show on her face when he mentions the names Jill, Carlos, and L.J.. One of the questions that's been going around in her head since she escaped from the lab, again, is why they never came back for her. Why they left her there. She saved them! She opens her mouth to answer no she doesn't know him and yes she knows them but she's afraid that her voice will betray her anger so she ends up just shaking her head.

There are too many conflicting signals her body is sending out for him to tell what her answer really is. He reminds himself to stick to the basics. She's running. She'll need a safe place.

"Why don't we start with you coming in and closing the door. On this side you only have me and a cat to worry about. You hungry?"

He points to the kitchen and then moves there, not taking his eyes off her.

Alice looks over toward the bathroom then she watches him walking for a minute as she gets control of her emotions again. He said just him and a cat but she heard two voices. Not one. She shifts her knapsack so she's holding it against her chest.

"Hungry? Yeah I am. Haven't eaten in..." *she shakes her head as she trails off. When had she last eaten? It doesn't matter. She forces her attention back to him.* "Who else is here?"

Riddick pulls together two dinners. It would probably make her feel more comfortable is his hands were occupied and in plain sight. Steak and french fries should be good. While that's cooking he starts on a salad. He tries to remember if she likes salad or not.

"The cat." He looks up at her from cutting a carrot. "You don't remember him either?"

"Dick!" He bellows.

DtC rolls eyes eyes and snorts as he walks out of the bathroom. Oh yeah noooow the cur wants him, but when he wanted salmon... pfffft!

"What the hell do you want!?! Do you got my salmon yet?" *he looks over at the woman. "Hey! You found my woman!" *his nose twitches as he sniffs the air.* "Wait a minute..."

Alice eases even further in the room when she smells food! Okay he just might end up being with the Company but at least she can eat first and kill later. It sounds like a good plan to her. But she stops in her tracks when a cat comes bounding out of the bathroom. Her eyes get huge when said cat talks! She looks between the man, the cat and the door.

"Uhhhh... that cat... talked!"

Alice's and the cat's reactions clench it. Option number three is looking like the winner.

"Alice, you're probably going to want to sit down for this."

Without taking his eyes off her he asks DtC, "It's not.. :: he pauses stopping himself from saying 'our':: the Alice we know. Is it?"

DtC pads over to his woman but not his woman and starts circling her ankles as he sniffs her. After a few seconds, he snorts and pads over to the cur. He sits down and looks waaaaaaay up at him.

"Course not you idiot, she smells different! What the hell do you even have a nose for if you don't even use the damned thing!?! Now where's my salmon?"

Alice slowly starts backing her way back to the door when the cat finally stops rubbing against her. The fact that the cat is talking at all is kind of overwhelming every thing that it's saying. All she knows is this is the weirdest thing she's ever seen and that's saying a lot.

"Uhh..."

Riddick smirks at the cat.

"Who said I was giving you salmon, fur-for-brains."

Riddick flips the steaks and then turns back to Alice.

"Lotta weird shit out there. Weirder that that even. :: he nods in the direction of the cat.:: I can't explain it, but I can tell you what I know. Even if you don't want to stay after that... It's at least a free meal."

Riddick gestures to a chair across the counter.

DtC doesn't bother to dignify that with a remark but he does stand up then he rises up, putting his paws on the cur's leg. He extends his claws a little then bounds off in search of... shoes. Yeah, that's the ticket! Call him a fur-for-brains will he, ha!

Alice pauses with her hand on the doorknob. The offer of food's too much to turn down despite the fact that this man clearly knows a lot more about her than she does him and not to mention the talking cat. She takes one last look outside before shutting the door and walking hesitantly over to the chair he motioned to. She pulls it out and sits down on the edge of it, ready to bolt if she has to.

"Okay..."

Ignoring the cat, Riddick puts a plate of food in front of her. He announces each thing as he sets it in front of her. Maybe familiar things would help her relax.

"Steak and french fries, ketchup, salad. For dressing there's blue cheese or ranch."