The snake moved in its basket, those silver eyes looking at him curiously.
"Don't look at me like that," Neville muttered.
It slithered out and began exploring, moving across the surface. Neville grabbed it and patted it to stay put while he continued browsing the StarNet.
After a while, Neville pursed his lips in frustration and called out to Shelly.
[Finally! Research time!] Shelly materialized in his peripheral vision, bouncing with excitement. [I've been waiting for this! Let me pull up the care guides!]
"Start with Mexican Black Kingsnake variants. Interstellar species, specifically." Neville commanded.
[On it!]
Information flooded Neville's vision; multiple holographic displays appeared before him. Each one had the habitat requirements, dietary needs, and temperature preferences of the little black snake. He skimmed through it all, making mental notes.
