hate is a strong word

Shego shrank to the earth. There was nothing to betray her; his disbelief was odd and unfounded. She had been forthcoming with him, had told him she was here to join. The deranged lunatic could not see fault in what she had informed him of... or why he would attack her when she had been compliant. So Shego kept low to the earth, tail tucked, and grimaced at him.

Her turncoat moment had ended. It was not Silvertip she would go to. She moved further from the border and lowered herself against the cold ground, waiting submissively for them to come.

The least she could do was inform his leaders that he had so graciously summoned for her of his negligence toward her.