Rogue nodded as he spoke, her eyes roaming over his face, studying the features that would account for the abilities he spoke of. His eyes were so similar and yet so very different from her own. Would her eyes change if she gained Wraith abilities? Would her skin?

She hoped not. She felt enough of a stranger in a strange land - if she changed physically, there was no way the people of Atlantis would help her, or any other humans in this dimensions. But there was no way to know if it would happen until they tried.

Something occurred to her. "Do the drones need to feed on humans as well to survive?" If she was risking changes to her own genetic code, she didn't want to chance that part of her changing. She had no desire to have to feed on humans, to be any more of a vampire than she already was.