The more Gaia heard, the less she was liking this situation. She hated being in situations where she had no control, no way to be able to gain control easily. She was far out of her element, which was incredibly clear without Angel even telling her much. She saw the few odd looks in her direction, and she'd look back at them, thinking they looked odder to her in those strange clothes. Turning her attention back to Angel, she was skeptical at his offer. But really, what other option did she have? As far as she could read him, he was being genuine, and Gaia was an expert at reading people. Usually. "My name is Gaia. All right, I will go. Though I am not sure I like the implications of your words."
Then again, one could expect no less when she had no idea what had just happened to her. All she could think about was getting back to Gaia before the party was ruined, which was undoubtedly why Tullius had been there. Without her there to protect her friend, who knew what further horrors would happen? But she waited for Angel to lead the way, taking the skirt of her dress in her free hand so she didn't trip over it as she walked. And now, she took a sip of her opium-laced wine, though she had a feeling soon enough she'd be downing the rest of it and needing more.