Agatha pushes Zimin off of her. Man or woman, she doesn't like him clinging to her and cackling like a detestable harpy. The horned creature - girl? - is as vulgar and crass as one might expect, but she is not sounding threatening, per se. The older woman takes another steps away from the vile pair of them.

"How should I be expected to know what you would do with one? I am not a demon, and everyone has a soul, you fool boy. If you're not hellspawn, then why would you dress in such an extraordinary manner at home? Are you expecting some sort of fancy dress affair?"