Riddick didn't think it was fair the kid was beating himself up so bad... but the killer wasn't exactly the right person to tackle this sort of thing. And yes, there was food to eat. If nothing else, he could be here for Haku, though he wasn't sure what good that did. One of the thoughts he'd been sorting through surfaced properly, and after a moment he voiced it.

"That guy," he nodded towards the man Sparda had joined, the man who appeared to be staring coldly at him now. "...there some reason he's not here?" Seemed like the two of them were close, at least the way the guy'd been freaking out last night. Riddick found it hard to believe the other man was avoiding the table out of sheer politeness.