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DtC grumbles and growls as he starts scratching at the motel room door. This is humiliating but a cat has to do what a cat has to do and until he gets opposable thumbs…

“Let me in!!! Come on I know you‘re in there, I can smell you! Don‘t you ever bathe!?! Let me in!!!”

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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."

Alice's mouth waters and her stomach growls as he sets the plates in front of her. She nods as she sets down her bag then almost snatches the plates from him. There's a fear that once he gives them to her he'll take the food right back. And she's so hungry. She grabs the steak with her hands and starts eating it as fast as she can. If it's gone he can't get it back.

When he sees her attacking her steak he throw another one on to cook.

Taking a deep breath he starts to tell her about the Nexus. How it's a convergence of realities - time, space, alternates universes, real and unreal, all collide here. He tries to prepare her for the fact she will probably run into an alternate of herself here. He explains that there are at least two others of him here, one of whom he's met.

When he finishes speaking he puts the second steak on her plate.

Alice doesn't bother to stop eating as she listens to him speaking. Who knows when she'll get another chance to eat this good again. She finishes off the first steak then she grabs the other steak and starts in on that one. As she eats she considers everything he told her. A Nexus? More than one her? More than one him? Alternate realities?! After a talking cat, it's almost too much to accept at the moment.

Once the edge is taken off of her hunger. She swipes the back of her hand over her mouth and looks over at him then blinks when she notices his eyes. They're strange and silver!

"This... is good. Thank," *she pauses as if she can't quite remember how to finish what she was saying. Manners aren't very important when you're on the run. And it feels like she's been running forever.* "You. More mes, more yous... Who are you? Another me why you're giving me... food? What's wrong with them?" *she gestures with the steak toward his eyes and then starts eating again.*

"My name's Richard B. Riddick. Most just call me Riddick. Yeah, I know another you." *hold up an hand to stop her before she gets started.* "That doesn't mean I know you, or even anything about you. You might only look like her and coincidentally have the same name. Don't think so though. You move a lot like her."

"My eyes. Hum. I got them shined while I was in prison. Shined mean they go in, scrub out the cones. Then they spray the backs of your eyeballs with a man-made version of Tapetum, which is what makes cat's eyes shine and see in the dark."

He stands up and takes his empty plate to the sink. Now she would probably ask him about prison. Funny how he's known this Alice less than an hour, and already he feels like she knows more about him than the other Alice.

Turning around, he sits back down across the counter from her.

"You running from Umbrella?"

She finishes off her steak then grabs the ranch dressing and starts pouring it all over her fries as she listens to his story. The name Riddick doesn't ring any bells but she furrows her brows when he explains about his eyes. She makes a mental note not to go to whichever prison he was in, though she supposes, seeing in the dark would be handy. She looks up when he mentions Umbrella.

"Riddick... I'll try to remember that but yeah I am. They won't give up no matter how many of'em I kill." *she pauses to pop a fry into her mouth then mumbles.* "I won't go back."

"If you're Umbrella is like the other Alice's Umbrella... Wise decision. You're welcome to stay here. There's another bedroom at the end of the hall. She even left some her stuff in it I think. I'd be stunned if she had a problem with you using her stuff. I doubt she's coming back anyway."

Riddick gestures down the hall, with the bottle of blue cheese dressing. Then he pours some over his salad. His first bite of carrots crunches loudly in the silence that follows his offer.

She looks toward where he gestured then back at him. This other her doesn't seem too bright to have left what looks to be a relatively safe place. So far at least. She doesn't know if Riddick is safe yet. Another her... as she eats she begins to wonder if the Company'll find that her first and leave her alone. Probably not. Oh well. The offer of a warm bed makes her just a little less cautious than she'd normally be. She grabs another fry and shoves it into her mouth.

*mumbling* "What do you want for it?"

Riddick rolls his eyes and shakes his head.

"Nothing. Why don't you just worry about getting one night of solid sleep? You can worry about what comes next in the morning."

Alice almost chockes on her food when he says nothing. She manages to swallow then wipes her hand over her mouth again. There's got to be a catch somewhere, now she's just got to look out for it. But so far he hasn't tried anything so maybe...

"Haven't had good sleep in... a long time." *she pushes her plate away and looks down.* "Thank you."

Shrugging, he picks up the dishes and puts them in the sink.

"I'm not the kind of person to stand on ceremony. So just make yourself comfortable. I'm going to go check on the cat. I've got this feeling I left the door to my bedroom open. If he's leaving me a present, he's going to be shit out of luck getting any salmon out of me."

He nods excusing himself. With a scowl, expecting the worst, he stalks down the hall towards his bedroom.

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