There was a reason Rogue had found a measure of comfort on the hive ship, among Todd and his crew. Humans were capable of great kindness and compassion, but also great cruelty, and she had seen more than her fair share of the latter. Being among the Wraith was relieving because she didn't have to question their motives or guess at their intentions. Wraith were easy to understand once you took the time to understand their culture, and now that they wouldn't be overly tempted to have her for dinner, there really weren't many places she would rather be.

Especially because Todd never looked at her in pity the way a human would. He accepted who she was, what she could do and the side effects that came with it, and he offered no sympathy or allowances for her condition, just as she didn't lament over what she had to deal with. She wasn't a crybaby, and it was such a wonderful thing not to be treated like glass.

Rogue sat with Todd for dinner, having spent enough time with Sheppard's team for the day, and genuinely concerned that Ronon might not make it through the meal without using his butter knife for something other than its intended purpose.