This little demonstration was doing nothing to allay Rogue's fears, and was actually likely having the opposite effect from what Todd desired. Instead of feeling reassured by the marines' assertions, their words were bringing up all the instances on her Earth when she'd been hunted and persecuted, when people had hated her despite her outward appearance of being a sweet southern girl. It hadn't mattered one bit to those soldiers who had tracked them across the planet that they looked human, that they were still people despite the tiny differences in their genetic codes. All they had seen were potentially dangerous freaks who didn't deserve to be walking free among normal people.

"No, I'm not," she confirmed, the words tight and layered with an anger and sadness that confused the two men. "But accidents do happen, especially around me. Maybe tapping McKay and knocking him out for a few hours wouldn't bother you, but what if it was a child? What if something happened and I touched Teyla's son, and he ended up in a coma? How would you feel about me then?"

The first man hesitated, as she knew he would. Because children were different. Children were precious, meant to be protected, and people who harmed children, even unintentionally, were never fully trusted again. The second man looked at his companion, started to open his mouth, but Rogue cut him off with a raised hand.

"Thank you, marines, that'll be all," she told them firmly, before looking at Todd with anger in her eyes. "We're done here," she informed him before turning and heading down the hall.