Rogue had been able to tell that Todd hadn't slept even after he'd rejoined her in bed. There had been some level of awareness of his being awake that kept her drifting between sleep and waking herself, and she was aware of when he finally left for the day. Normally she would get up when he did, but that day she took his warning to heart about someone on the ship needing to be well-rested - she stayed in bed a while longer and was actually still in her pajamas when Cody arrived at the door.

Walking more of the hallways was really how she should spend the day, she knew, but she just didn't feel like it. She was worried about Todd and the others and wanted to work it out on her own. Not that she didn't enjoy Cody's company, he was one of her favorites after, but she didn't think that her own company would be very pleasant. So she sent Cody off with her thanks and dressed for a run. Physical exercise helped her focus, and she ran until her legs wobbled and she couldn't possibly go another lap.

After she'd worn herself out, she'd changed again and put her workout clothes away for cleaning while she continued her study of the wraith language. It wasn't until dinnertime that she put her books away and went off to the kitchen, hoping the modified menu they'd come up with would work as well as they'd planned. They didn't need sleep-deprived hungry wraith on their hands, after all.