"What the frag are you talking about, Leni? What snake?" I paused. Rafael’s a big guy, topping two meters. Ork, but with an Hispanic cast to his features and sleek, dark hair pulled back in a pony tail. He’s bright, but doesn’t look it—his ork blood shows in a knobby brow, and his outthrust jaw gives him a belligerent, tough-guy look. It’s probably why he has so much trouble getting a job; employers won’t take the time to hear him out and realize that his wetware is fully functional. But he’s got a good heart. He really cares for his grandmother—even if he gets a little overprotective at times.