You're nicer than I am, Chris!
"Sure, no problem, but... first, you're gonna need to figure out genetics. I don't mean basic college levels, I'm talking totally mad science stuff, which I'm not convinced is a mastery of the subject your angel possesses. Also, it's gonna take hundred of tries. And you'll either be putting yourself and your colleagues at great risk if these fuckers get out, ha ha what are the odds of that happening, or the best you'll be able to do is a crap version, weak and unreliable. Pathetic little abominations of nature that couldn't threaten a legless cat, y'know?"
"You want to figure out mad science genetics? Sure, no problem. You're gonna need to add a library of golden age science textbooks on the subject to your workspace. You're also gonna need a controlled growing environment. I mean, the infirmary's just life support and a drug lab right now, not quite ideal for playing god. And it's probably going to take months of work, by which I mean study. Lastly, what would really help is taking apart one of those twisted and dangerous mutant things from the burn flats, while it's still alive."
"A controlled growing environment? Sure, no problem. You're gonna need some basic tools for working on, y'know, stuff, not people. Something to form a good hermetic seal. An air filter. And enough other weird odds and ends that you're probably just going to have to suck it up and get Rolfball's help with the whole matter. He's always got crazy shit stored away in those secret stashes of his."
"Basic tools for working on stuff, not people? Sure, no problem, but you're gonna have to add some basic tools for working on stuff, not people, to your workspace. Seriously, you're gonna make a wrench with your bare hands, or maybe some scalpels and a copious supply of medical drugs? Of course, you could just go to the marketplace and buy... oooh, that's right, somebody shot the marketplace up last week, didn't they? Well (offer them an opportunity, with or without a cost), there is talk of another marketplace over in Salt. It's about a short drive straight through the brightdust forest, or about five days if you go around. Road trip?"
Yes, the savvyhead in my IRC game is getting a little frustrated with me. (I haven't taken it nearly this far, but he's asked for weather control machine when the entire apocalypse is more or less weather-based, so, yeah, he's gonna have to work for it.)