Agatha seemed to be dealing with it better than the boys, although she admitted silently that it was certainly an unpleasant experience. It was mostly the smell that bothered her. The rest of it Agatha could deal with, but the smell got made her gag no matter what she logically thought about it just being a body.
Unsure of how to answer Anthony, she looked instead to Raphael. He was in charge here. Agatha was just a pair of hands.