"Monster!" Agatha's eyes bulged and she looked for a moment, not unlike a landed haddock. She latches onto Zimin's arm and drags her - him? - out into the snow, attempting to slam the door after. She doesn't like the creature, but even Agatha had some instinct to protect... never mind that this one is her lesser and nearly intolerable. Most people are. She still has no desire to see him dead at the hands of some demon.