Firefly Glen North Polar Bear

"Ouch - that's a direct hit," Wraen pretended to look ashamed for a moment and then laughed, though she did not know, if she actually counted to the lier population. She had told Vela that she was running under a fake name and had been quite honest about the rest of it. 

"Snake," she did not have to look far for the answer. "And you know, what the punchline is - I am afraid and do not like snakes. At all. It did not taste bad and there was a choice between having something to eat and nothing... but I was little and I was so afraid that the snake would come alive inside my belly and that it would writher and move and twist around there," she shuddered at the thought of it. 

"Can't stand them - either dead or alive," she concluded. "Do you have an idol and, if so, who is it?"