Rogue watched Todd go before giving the doctor a smile. "You know it," she confirmed. "And... do you have anything that could help me sleep? Between the pain and being in a strange place, well, you saw me earlier. I don't think it's gonna be any better tonight."

Carson frowned in concern at Rogue's request. "I can give you a mild sleep aid, certainly, but... If there's something bothering you, if you need to talk to someone, we do have a psychologist in the city."

With everything that Atlantis team saw and dealt with in Pegasus on a daily basis, their psychologist had a busy schedule with regular check-ins and helping handle the job. Carson was sure she would squeeze Rogue in, though, if she needed it. And after having spent a few weeks on a hive ship, he didn't see how she couldn't.

Rogue reached out and put her hand on Carson's arm, but below the shoulder. Giving it a squeeze, she told him, "Thanks, doc, but I'll be fine. I've got a whole team of psychologists in my head who can handle the job, but I do appreciate the concern."

Even though his concerns weren't completely allayed, the Scot still nodded and retrieved the medication she'd requested.