There had to be some sense in this, some reason. Gaia wasn't nearly as stupid as she sometimes pretended to be. Perhaps she'd passed out or someone had knocked her out and this was just some crazy dreamworld. Of course, her dreamworlds tended to not contain horseless chariots and buildings that were most certainly not Roman in design. This obviously was some backwater land. Which one it was, she couldn't guess. She well knew it wasn't Greece or the land of the pharaohs. It was colder here than it had been in Capua, so obviously she was north. But why she'd be dreaming of the barbarian lands she had no clue.
But then she saw someone approach her. Sizing him up, she wondered what manner of clothing he was wearing. Must definitely be from some barbaric tribe that had yet to submit to Roman rule. But then he was speaking Latin to her, which was unexpected but refreshing.
"Thanks the gods. What land is this? It seems like a twisted dream realm, but I have no reason to be dreaming of such a place." At least not yet. She hadn't yet consumed her opium-laced wine, though depending on how this strange man, who was quite pleasing to her eye, answered her, she might just add more opium or finish off her wine in one large gulp. Then the man would have to deal with her being on a drug high, but it would be easier for her than to deal with things all at once.