Standing on his platform still, Riddick stared around at all the other Tributes through the tinted lenses of his goggles-- which he'd apparently been allowed to keep. All of them were running. Running one way, running the other, just running scared in general.

He didn't move. He stood on his platform, folded his arms across his chest, and watched impassively. This was some kind of game to the people who brought him here... didn't mean he had to play by their rules. Besides, he was curious what everyone else was going to do. If they tried to come get him, they'd probably have another thing coming.

For now, though, he was just watching.