The Queen closed their eyes as Rose examined the holes and one of the visible drones started to close up its hole. It slathered honey in the hole, layer by layer and the honey began to turn to perfectly healed flesh. She believed that Rose would find fascination in this and perhaps she wouldn't worry as much about Marisol then. They would not ever need the services of this 'Bandaid' station except in extreme emergencies. Those rarely happened to hive. Not without an intense amount of bodies left behind.
"She doesn't trust men in general," The Queen stated with a faint frown. That made their mutual relationship complicated. The Queen loved to take part in the pleasures of flesh considering she could not otherwise and it wasn't difficult to find partners that wouldn't care what Marisol thought. But such an arrangement was not beneficial to maintaining the hive. Marisol had to be taken into consideration at all times. Her gaze returned to Rose and she managed a faint smile but said nothing about peace. After all, she was searching for a killer, for bodies. There would be no peace until it ended. Though she did say to Vaughn, "Poor little flesh eater, how ever will you survive this place?"
As for Rose's question... "For the most part, no, she is not aware and she cannot feel it. We paralyze her mind in this state, otherwise, it would drive her mad. We have learned from many hives before her," the Queen paused, "Occasionally, a moment winks through but never the pain. I would know as I live in the center of her mind."