[Riddick is puzzled, not sure what that word has to do with anything, but he doesn't pursue it. The rest is more important.]

Okay. So you guys kill people. I'm guessin' with poison and shit. You made sure those three rules're still in effect, seven hundred years later? I ain't got any contacts that I actually remember besides the woman I supposedly had the kid with, and I don't wanna make myself look too suspicious by askin' a lot of stupid questions.

She's one of us, in case that winds up bein' important.