“...No, I’m not up to anything evil or less evil or even less evil.” Even so, Shego is still her grumbling, annoyed self.
“Not these past two weeks especially. People are exhausting and all, which Easter celebrating left me with, was unwanted company and too much food.”
Judging from her top and skirt, she seems to have just left a job that required a skirt and a top, a step out of her comfort zone of the catsuit.
“If you insist on being company, you’ll have to shoulder the conversation. I’m fucking tired...”














