"Omnipotent creature transported you into future," he said, or rather called out in between gulps of the only reliably alcoholic (not to mention Klingon) drink available that's currently sending a mist of nitrogen-esque gas down to his hands. He probably had the younger Worf to thank for that.

Apparently, answering her question was all he felt he needed to do as he went back to the only real interesting think about this place: the view of stars.