Son of a god? Well now, that really piqued Gaia's interest even more than it all ready was. It wasn't exactly something that shocked her. It was strange, yes, she'd never met anyone who could claim one parent was a god. Really, this was only adding to her growing need to fuck Hercules. Screw gladiators! She could bed a demigod! "You are the son of a god? Truly? I understand why you would be concerned then." Which was her version of a diplomatic answer. She had a feeling he didn't want to know what she was actually thinking in that precise moment.
"You have a good mindset. I can rest easier now knowing there is someone like you to protect those of us who cannot fight." She smiled warmly at him, a slight touch of flirtation to the smile. Flirting she would do. Unleash the explicit thoughts she was having of Hercules? Not so much. Not now. Perhaps at a later date when they knew each other better.
At his question, she nodded. "Yes. There are things called computers. They help people talk to each other, among other things. For those of us who have been displaced, there are boards we can post on, to each other. But the evil that lurks here can also see the posts, unless we specifically filter against them. It is confusing at first, but I will show you." It was something easier learned through example than explanation. Computer talk still went well over Gaia's head, but Angel had been patient with her in teaching her the basics.
Standing up, Gaia crossed over to where her laptop rested, picked it up and brought it back with her. This time, she sat on the couch beside Hercules so she could show him the thing. Opening it, she showed him how to turn it on, then looked at hi as it booted up. "When you get your own room here, there will be one of these within that you can use. They are useful, and you can also use them to help fill you in on the things that have occurred within the two thousand years we have jumped."