This is part of a longer thing that is lurking in the back of my brain.
Rodney sometimes wishes that the Ancients' stuff came with warning labels. There had been nothing to indicate what this yellow, metallic triangle did, so there was no obvious reason to not idly wonder what Sheppard really thought of him.
There's a second of disorientation, and he's looking at himself from across the room. And yes, there's still that little belly, but, damn, he's got a great ass. Strong thighs. And really, really expressive hands. It's actually really fascinating to see him work. See that intelligence and passion in action, mind working faster than anyone else's.
He's actually kind of hot.