Shego made a non-committal noise. For someone who'd knocked out his Warden's lights on her behalf, or maybe his own behalf for reasons of brief but psychotic jealousy, Mozenrath really seemed not to have mind his mind up on the issue of how much like that they were ever likely to get. Not that she was ever going to lead the way there. It just - would have been nice to feel needed.

She dismissed that entire internal monologue as a symptom of sleep deprivation and picked herself up off the floor, dusting herself down.

"I - didn't exactly mean to show up here and offload on you," she offered, the closest she'd ever get to an admission of embarrassment.