I only speak English, Jones. I haven't got any Scottish.

I wonder, can you understand me.

I wonder, can you understand this. [With some labor and a great deal of care, he plays back the message he has been listening to without turning off his connection to Jones.

A familiar, rumbling voice comes out, in an incomprehensible mash-- incomprehensible to Bush-- of Spanish, English, and Chinese. Riddick's cold sarcasm carries through, however.]


I can't. But an hour ago, this was clear English telling me that you had quarreled with Arthas and killed him.