No, she doesn’t trust her mother and she realizes she needs an ally.

"What did she tell you?" Shelby asked, falling back into the passenger seat.

"Everything Dr. Powers did to you, everything you did to yourself, everything you did to your mother at her suggestion." He chose the word with care, to place the blame on Ultimagirl (though not Shelby, the bifurcation was clear in his mind, if nowhere else), not Dr. Powers. "I know everything. That's one of the reasons I won't rescue you." He said.

"You're taking me to her?" She asked.

"Yes."

"Where?"

"A safehouse."

"Belonging to you?"

"Now that Quik-Boy is dead, I guess so, seeing as I'm the only one who knows--knew where it was."

"And you're just going to let use your safehouse as a stashpad for your ****-whores?" Shelby asked, disbelieving.

"Me? I won't do anything I'm not asked to," he answered innocently.

"So you'll make my mother make me beg for your dick on pain of ****?"

"After your performance earlier today, against me, against my mother and not just then, but for years, you really think I care what happens to you?"

"You're a hero." She noted. "You're supposed to care."

"I'm a sidekick. I have amusing misadventures. Well, I used to. Now?"

"You coming over to our side?

"No. Just taking the steps necessary to win."

"You could do so much more. I know what those controls can do to me, or her. You could keep her from doing anything, or even wanting to do anything."

"And why would I want to do that?" He countered.

"You've always wanted me. I could feel it when we were tussling. And I don't mean metaphorically. I mean I could feel it on my hip, or belly."

"Yeah. And then you kicked it. Not an erotic experience, at least for me."

"No, but this is." Shelby countered.