Findy speaks with the obvious hero worship she always has on her face when addressing von Braun-- for whatever reason, she really admires the man that everyone else seems to find grating. "Oh, yes. All locked down. We came down again in a 302, so there's no need to worry about the rings. And, incidentally, I figured out how to adapt the fighters so we can fly them through the gate to wherever we're going. Could be useful on the other side-- and I hate to throw out anything we can potentially use, you know. Waste not, want not, as the saying goes." Her tea apparently at the right concentration and her actions matching her final words, she removes the bag of tea leaves and carefully dries it off, wraps it in a cloth, and pockets it. She could get a few more uses out of it before it was exhausted.