Shego raised her eyebrows at the offer, slightly wary of whatever the 23rd century had to offer, but she figured from his perspective it'd look like Judas or one of the Sexbys dismissing aspirin as obscure witchcraft. She just nodded.

"Yeah, I was afraid of that. You're gonna tell me I need to talk this out, right? Because I don't really do the whole 'sit on a couch, tell me about your father' bit."