The pilgrims worked hard, shouldering a heavy roll of Vectran, the wing fabric material, all the way from the crash site to the skiff. While waiting, Riddick constructed a crude cutting frame from metal pipes.
	A short distance away Shazza repaired the Sand Cat, assisted by Audrey. But the young girl’s mind wasn’t on her work. She gazed at Riddick with rapt adoration, following his every move.
	“You listenin’, girl?” Shazza scolded. “Hand me the big wrench.”
	Eyes fixed on Riddick, she passed Shazza the wrench.
	The pilgrims had returned with the Vectran and they helped Riddick drape the heavy fabric over the cutting frame. Then Imam climbed into the skiff’s exposed wing struts.
	Riddick vanished behind the silvery Vectran. As Audrey watched, a long knife cut through the fabric and Riddick reappeared. He handed the trim to Rashad who scampered onto the skiff, balance-beamed across the wing struts, and delivered the section to Imam. The Muslim then hand-stitched the fabric into the struts like some ancient Berber rug weaver.
-Pitch Black (pages 103-104)