Agatha's fury was strong, even in the absence of a decent target. Ema's appearance was just a reminder that they'd hurt her friend and had her considering doing that too, and if that was on the table there was really no reason to assume the Lilith and Adam she'd seen were copies- sweet lightning, that thought hurt, and turning her grief to rage was something purely defensive. It was better than breaking down.

"You think I shouldn't fill their abdominal cavities with lab pests?" she asked as she sat up. Her tone was marginally more human, since she was talking to someone she didn't want to viciously murder, but the mad rage was still obvious in every sound that passed her lips, and her expression made her look far less like her usual self than she had the night before. "Why the devil not?"