Still, Riddick understood her, and shot her a wry grin over his shoulder between strikes. "What's it look like?" he asked, pulling ahead of her and powering towards shore. "Gettin' outa this shit."

And she got to come with him. He might even hold back a little, if she wasn't too much of a nuisance in the process, and proved useful. After all, he did kinda like her.

That was the last thing he bothered with saying until he reached the other shore and paused, mostly-submerged, to look there for any sign of a trap waiting there, patrols potentially crossing nearby, or dangerous critters. He had no idea what kinds of things existed on Earth these days, so it was probably best to be prepared for anything. At the very least, it gave Lottie a chance to catch up a little.