If Hercules had any inkling of where admitting to being a demigod was sending Gaia's thoughts, he'd have kept his mouth shut. But he couldn't read her mind (for which he should be grateful) so he was clueless to her actual thoughts. "I am." He decided to not tell her who his father was. He would if asked but she knew he was a demigod now and seemed to grasp his worry of getting possessed.
The demigod could see the flirtatious smile clear as the side of Olympus on Gaia's face. Something he was use to. "I'm sure the others here are capable warriors as well," he said. After all, he could still be killed. No one, god or mortal alike, knew if Hercules was immortal or would live out a normal mortal life.
He let his eyes follow her as she retrieved the object she had called a computer. He watched her press what looked to be a button. Reflexively he tensed as the black glass suddenly lit up. Growing curious, he poked at the screen gently, being mindful to not break anything. He nodded, absently registering her words. Whoever or whatever had invented this computer was a genius.