When she first saw him all she saw was a predator, a creature from the wild, untamed, more likely to attack than to befriend you.
She was a delegate for the UN, able to negotiate some of the most tedious and crutial agreements between governments yet she could not speak to him
She could leave her family, her home, her planet, - hell even her galaxy – behind without looking back, but she could not stop feeling alone every time he walked though that gate.
She could lead her people though an attack by Wraith, an enemy to which even the ancients had fallen, and yet she could not tell him what to do.
She was always in control. She wasn't a control freak she just was always in control of herself – her body, her mind, her actions.
And then she met him.
Yes, Ronon Dex confused Elizabeth Weir to no end, but you know what? She liked it.