Gabriel huffed a half-laugh, partly in genuine amusement and partly in irony. "Oh, you're a scientist." He shook his head. "It's not a transport. That's all some of my siblings would be able to manage, buuut ... I'm better at it than they are." He shrugged his good shoulder as if to say 'that's the way it goes', his smile deprecating. "I just gather together some bits and pieces the universe isn't using and put them together how I want. A month ago I could've made you anything I damn well liked, but right now?"

The archangel scoffed. "Let me put it this way. Snapping my fingers in the Cave just made them get sore after a while. So, sure, I could probably make a blanket now I know something'll happen. Antiseptic? Thaaat might be a little more difficult. I don't know exactly what the Hell is in those sorts of things and I don't think the universe is going to fill in the gaps for me around here."

Either way, he took a deep breath, eyes flickering a little as he thought of this absolutely amazing soft blanket he'd once happened to find on a target's bed. He snapped his fingers and a thick, lime-green blanket appeared across his lap once again. And this time it didn't disappear.

Gabriel laughed softly with delight and shades of pure relief. It was working. It really was. It had made him feel just a tad dizzy, putting effort into it, but it had worked.