“Looks like we’re a few shy.”
	Fry whirled. Riddick stood there, Imam’s long blade dangling from one hand. He was staring at the depleted battery bay, “Power cells I mean,” he amended.
	“They’re coming,” she said, voice tight. “When we get the Sand Cat up.”
	Riddick didn’t seem to hear. “Strange, not doin’ a run-up on the main drive yet,” he observed. “Strange… unless he told you the particulars of my escape.”
	“I got the quick-and-ugly version,” Fry said, impressed by Riddick’s sharp intelligence.
-Pitch Black (pages 104-105)