The only scenario that was making sense to her was that this was some sort of magic trick. Though she wasn't sure where these buildings came from. She'd never seen anything like them/ Not even the great city of Qarth looked like this. It was all so completely strange. Perhaps Pyat Pree wasn't actually dead and he was upping the ante. After all, he'd been after the dragons because his magic was stronger in their presence, and the dragons were strong in Daenerys' presence. Of course his plan had sounded a bit absurd to her as he'd explained it, but Daenerys was going to more or less utilize her dragons to help her win back the Iron Throne. She alone had brought them into the world when they had long been thought extinct. She would show the land of Westeros that the Targaryens were not all dead, and that her blood was still strong as ever as the blood of a dragon flowed within her.
However, in her scanning of the area, she'd made note of a dark haired woman, but hadn't thought much of her initially. She'd passed her off as part of the illusion, something to tempt her away from her goal. But then the woman was saying whatever was responsible for this occurrence wasn't a person and answered to no one.
Drogon eyed Morgana, tilting his head. He flapped his wings once, but settled, not finding Morgana to be a threat. That didn't mean he wasn't watching her with his burning red eyes. The other two dragons also watched Morgana, but made no added movement aside from that.
"I am Daenerys Targaryen, khaleesi of the Dothraki. You say the cause behind this answers to no one. How can that be? Is this not magic? Is this not some other illusion to deter me from accomplishing my goal?" Her tone was also neutral, yet highly cordial. After all, Daenerys was greeted with manners, and she abided by her manners, so she returned the favor. Luckily, the dragons were not acting out, but simply watching Morgana.