And no answer. Not that Gaia had truly expected one because the gods tended to speak in strange ways and make their wishes knows in less than blatantly obvious ways. But still, it stood to reason that if there was a war being waged meant to destroy the world or whatever, that the god directly affected by it would take an active interest in stopping it.
So her response was to pace back and forth a bit, holding her gold cup in both hands, fingers strumming against it anxiously. "Two thousand years," she repeated, mostly to herself. Angel was offering help to her, and Gaia wasn't stupid enough to refuse. Even if there hadn't been a jump forwards in time, which she still wasn't certain whether or not to believe, she did need to know where the fuck she was and she needed someone who knew that to help her. After several moments, she stopped pacing and looked at Angel. "I would be very grateful for your help. Apologies for not seeming more grateful for this, that is far from the truth. It is just...completely unimaginable that this has occurred. But I accept any help you are able to give me in learning about what I have missed and the technological advances." Then she remembered the possibility of language barriers. "What language is spoken here? If it is not Latin, I had better learn how to speak it, as crude as it may be." Which only proved how truly Roman she was. She looked down upon other languages, though in the current situation, it would be to her advantage to learn the native language here if she wished to get anywhere.