Riddick had seen this guy around. He'd mostly kind of avoided him, to be honest, because anybody who screamed "dead but still walking" was not something he wanted to deal with. And oh look, now he's stuck with him. Great. He rolled his eyes behind his sunglasses, everpresent despite the hour, and popped a fried butterball thing into his mouth.

"Maybe," he answered around the mouthful. "Can't think of what else'd be makin' a shit-fit like that outside."