"As if I couldn't learn chemical warfare." She probably could, too, if she put her mind to it and had the resources. Granted, they have neither time nor resources here, so the point is moot, but mainly Eva doesn't want them to take too many ideas off the table before they've found at least one that they can cling to, vain hope that it might be.

It's not even as if she has a direct opposition to leaving Vala behind, although she'd certainly rather not - as far as Eva's concerned, they're all expendable until they're certain they can stop the Goa'uld terrorizing further planets. Saving their own skins is a nice goal but absolutely cannot be the priority; too much is at stake.

"Besides, we have Doc." She laces her fingers up and rests her chin on them, fixing him with that intense stare she reserves for business meetings and conversations with people smarter than her. "What ingredients do you need? I'll find a way to get them to you if I have to eat another Goa'uld to do it."