"Soooo they let you out? Or did you break out?" Because to Shego, it sounded like one big fancy prison.

She leans her elbows on the table and intertwines her fingers, resting her chin on her hands. Her drink is half empty now, and she's looking over Anders' shoulder to check if the waitress was checking up on them. One drink wasn't going to cut it for her, at least not for tonight. "Guess not. But something tells me that even if you weren't a freak, people would still hate you." She continues looking over his shoulder, still conscious of the men looking their way now that the two of them were looking back.

"Oh no, you're clearly their type."