Klaus takes a long look at Sarah, then sets the bottle down next to Friedrich. "Fine. Ve do a bit of verk, zen trink." He sidles over to the crate that functions as a chair, opening up his computer and pulling up the Henge and MALP video feeds. The event horizon has expired, and the strange stargate is now just an empty ring; at the Henge, the dialing table and holo-globe have both winked out of existence. Swiveling around, he casts an appraising gaze at Sarah. "If zis verks, zere vill be no more trudging up ze frozen hill all ze time. Zat is verth trinken to, ja?"