If you're actually just some guy from the colonies who holds down a boring-but-stressful job and goes to bed at the same place every night? Hell no, I don't worry about you killing someone, I worry about you getting killed.

[Since he doesn't know what to expect of Ricki, though, he's worried both ways.]

And either way, spending a week in lock down or a week in the infirmary suffering is a pointless way to spend your first week in After-Life Prison. Trust me. I've done both.