It was hard to say if she was naive when it came to his kind. But perhaps it was also the fact that they'd lived at the top of the food chain for so long that any view by a human other than as a predator was strange.

But while Rogue had had first hand experience with the wraith, she'd survived. No comrades had died, and she didn't see what the feeding process looked like on someone she knew or loved. The majority of those on Atlantis would tell a different tale. Sheppard had lost count of how many videos he had to make to send to families of those that had died in the war against the wraith. Ronon's entire world had been wiped out by them, and Teyla's people had been pushed to the brink of extinction themselves.

Trust was very slow to build. Walking relatively freely about Atlantis was a huge step in that of itself. What progress that had been made the commander could hardly believe, and every bit of it was worth the wait, and he didn't fault Sheppard or the others for taking things slow. The Pegasus Galaxy had known the rule of his kin for countless generations, like the instinct to grab and feed or fight, it wouldn't be forgotten so quickly.

Still, despite her being not of this world-in any sense of the word-he inclined his head in thanks. He'd be sure not to misplace that trust.