Translations:Codex: Dildo Snakes/38/en

“Little bastard,” Evie growled. She rubbed her silvery sleeve against her eyes and sniffled. Despite her sneeze, the sweet smell had lodged in her nose. It had to be some sort of psychoactive enzyme, a defense mechanism. Her eyelids fluttered and her eyes struggled to focus on the snake. Her blaster was like a lead weight in her hands: dragging her arms down, making it impossible to aim.