Rogue made a mental note to explain the little misstep to the Scot once her visitors had gone. She knew that most of the people on Atlantis didn't have much experience in dealing with a wraith queen, and this particular queen was one who they would have to deal with extensively in the future, so it was really best to get off to the best start possible.

It was good that they'd solved the problem of why humans usually got sick after spending time on hive ships, though. Not that there were plans to have worshippers on board again anytime soon, but perhaps one day there would be other humans like herself who would want to work with the wraith on a more diplomatic level.

"Dr. Beckett assured me that I'll be able to manage it just fine if I pay closer attention to what I eat," she told the two of them. "I can take oral supplements until the farms become more stably productive and we have a regular source for supplies. It won't be that difficult, and I won't end up in this situation again."

Swallowing thickly, she turned her attention specifically to the queen. "I truly am sorry for causing trouble today and taking attention away from you," she apologized with a frown. "You deserved better than that, my queen. If there's a way I can make it up to you, please let me know."