Rogue had glanced up when he'd set the jar down and gotten a very clear view of both the similarities and differences between their species. Humanoid, yes, but the ridges she glimpsed along his spine appeared to be another link to an insect-like influence on Wraith genetics.

Trying not to stare at him or worry over the distance between them (which would never be enough for his safety in her opinion), she picked up the jar, opening it and examining the salve within. Not the most pleasant smell, but those were generally the most effective remedies.

"Thank you," she said to him, indicating the jar she held. "Your nose is okay? I thought you'd block me again, or I wouldn't have gone for your face."