Focusing on her breathing made it easier for Rogue to pull herself together. She could break down later, when she was by herself, and let go of the last of the tension through a good old-fashioned cry. For now, though, she wiped away the moisture at her eyes and gave Todd an only slightly trembling smile.

"Oh yeah, I'm up for it," she asserted, close to bursting with an overpowering feeling of utter relief and genuine joy. He was letting her stay, she could have a purpose and not just be taking up space and existing on some forgotten little planet. It felt like a dream.

"Thank you, Todd," she told him. "This means... so much. Thank you for trusting me enough to give me a place on your ship." The Wraith wanted her more than the humans did. It was kind of funny, in a very sad sort of way.