"There's a very real possibility of it, yes," she answered, a hint of frustration seeping into the words. "But it's hard to know. When I've touched you, I haven't received any thoughts or even echoes of your psyche, just energy. Maybe that's all I will get. Or maybe my strength will change like with the Kree, and my vision. Or even..."

She looked up at the ceiling, feeling suddenly helpless, everything in her future seeming to hang on circumstances that were beyond her control. "If there's even a chance that I might develop the genetic need to feed on humans like the Wraith, then I don't think I can take that risk. Being accepted by Atlantis is my only good option, and those odds are already stacked against me. I doubt they would help me if I became more Wraith than human in that regard, and it's not like I can stay here. Eventually your new Queen will take her position and my guess is she won't want another woman in her territory, even if you did extend the invitation. There isn't anywhere else for me to go."

She was enough of a pariah among humans without mucking up her genetics even further. Enhanced strength and eyesight, those changes might be accepted as part of her general oddities, but actually feeding on humans to survive? No way.