The pies had all turned out exceptionally well, and Rogue was quite proud of the assembled group for their successful efforts. The beef pie was especially delicious in her opinion, and she enjoyed watching them all try the different kinds and trade plates - it reminded her a bit of being back at the mansion.
When the conversation turned to the distress signal, she appreciated that they spoke aloud so she could listen in, and she paid close attention to everything that was said. One of the downfalls of having an organic ship, she'd learned, was that need to take breaks in between travels through hyperspace. The same wouldn't be needed with a ship like those used by Atlantis, but there were benefits to the hive ships that the human versions couldn't even begin to touch.
The talk of the potential elaborate trap had her even more worried now, though, because she knew how fierce the fighting between the two Wraith factions had been since the Alliance formed. They couldn't afford to lose any of their allies, especially not any queens, and the potential damage to their own ship and crew if they walked right into a trap was staggering to think about. She'd known from her first day in Pegasus that she was in the middle of a war, but they hadn't yet been involved in any fighting, so in some way it almost hadn't seemed real. Now, though, she was having emotional flashbacks to her own time in a war.
Her expression must have showed the distress she was feeling, because one of the wraith turned to her, cocking his head slightly to the side, and asked, "Are you unwell?"
There seemed to be genuine concern behind the question, and the others at the table all turned to watch her, waiting for the answer to the question. Perhaps they were worried because of what had happened in the arena, or because she was their teacher and the only female on board. Whatever the reason, she was touched by it.
Shaking her head, she gave them all what she hoped was a reassuring smile. "I'm fine, just a little worried about the whole situation," she explained. "This is all still really new to me." She hoped it was a sufficient enough explanation for them.
no subject
When the conversation turned to the distress signal, she appreciated that they spoke aloud so she could listen in, and she paid close attention to everything that was said. One of the downfalls of having an organic ship, she'd learned, was that need to take breaks in between travels through hyperspace. The same wouldn't be needed with a ship like those used by Atlantis, but there were benefits to the hive ships that the human versions couldn't even begin to touch.
The talk of the potential elaborate trap had her even more worried now, though, because she knew how fierce the fighting between the two Wraith factions had been since the Alliance formed. They couldn't afford to lose any of their allies, especially not any queens, and the potential damage to their own ship and crew if they walked right into a trap was staggering to think about. She'd known from her first day in Pegasus that she was in the middle of a war, but they hadn't yet been involved in any fighting, so in some way it almost hadn't seemed real. Now, though, she was having emotional flashbacks to her own time in a war.
Her expression must have showed the distress she was feeling, because one of the wraith turned to her, cocking his head slightly to the side, and asked, "Are you unwell?"
There seemed to be genuine concern behind the question, and the others at the table all turned to watch her, waiting for the answer to the question. Perhaps they were worried because of what had happened in the arena, or because she was their teacher and the only female on board. Whatever the reason, she was touched by it.
Shaking her head, she gave them all what she hoped was a reassuring smile. "I'm fine, just a little worried about the whole situation," she explained. "This is all still really new to me." She hoped it was a sufficient enough explanation for them.