"Oh, really?" Megavolt propped himself up on his right elbow. "And what is your motive?"

"Well, see, I got to thinking," Tegwen began. "Like I said, last time, I really want to destroy St. Canard. I wasn't just blowing that stuff I said out my tailfeathers." She crossed her arms over her chest. Megavolt wasn't looking there; that was just something she'd started doing out of habit since living on the street.

"I just don't see you being that . . . type."

Tegwen narrowed her eyes. "What type, pray-tell?"

"You know, the supervillian type. You're not a mutant -- "

"Not as far as you can tell," she interrupted. She was a witch, and as far as she was concerned, that was a mutation. It most certainly was not normal; not by any stretch of anyone's imagination.

Frowning, Megavolt continued. "You don't have a messed up, traumatic past --"

"I don't have a traumatic past?" Gasped Tegwen. "I will tell you what trauma is! Trauma is -- " She stopped abruptly, taking heaving breaths. "You know what? We just met. That is none of your business. Look . . . I saw what you guys did to the city a year ago. I wasn't living in a cave! The city was cut off from the rest of the world; the citizens had given up, and you had four of the five Justice Ducks captured and helpless. It looked like you were so close to succeeding, if not for Darkwing Duck."

"Yeah," Megavolt sneered. "That guy really fries my circuits!"

Tegwen raised an eyebrow. "But you and I, we escaped him unscathed today. And I'd be willing to wager that you and I could take him, too."

Megavolt looked her over and snorted.

"Anyway," snapped Tegwen, "I needed someone's help . . . I saw you and Darkwing Duck wrestling on the rooftop and realized how I can destroy St. Canard. There you were, in the perfect place at the perfect time. "

"So . . . Then I'm perfect, right?"

This time it was Tegwen's turn to scoff. "Whaddya say . . . You wanna team up with me?" She held her hand out to him.

"Oh, no," Megavolt cried. "I don't work with anyone!"