Captain Sarah Morgan
With the patients stable or on the mend, most of the other medical personnel are in a rather jovial mood, all things considered. Not only were the host of surgeries successful, the patients mostly survived. Sarah kept to herself, in a quieter corner of the medical tent, pouring over her notes. There was really nothing to help her, and it exasperated her. Her area of expertise was phylogenetics and genomics, not ancient technology. Sure she was a quicker study than many, but she knew next to nothing about gates.
The lighthearted banter in the tent didn't help her mood, either, of after a while of flipping through page after page of her notes hoping to find something, she grabbed her parka and one of the flasks Findy had brought to the dinner meeting and headed out of the tent. Maybe the cold air and a stout drink would help clear her mind, she thought as she trudged up the hill to the icehenge, as she had begun to think of it. And if not, at least she would sleep well tonight.