Balthazar shrugs, "It's a Latin word. We're certainly not in Greece, though, or anywhere else I imagine you'd find familiar." He gestures around vaguely, "none of us know where we are, exactly. Just we all arrived on the same boat that brought you here."

He grins as Hawkeye mentions the possibility of a coma fantasy. His first thought was along similar lines - was this where angels went when they died? Especially after finding Gabriel here. "Well, the drinks taste real enough to me, and they expect us all to find jobs to support ourselves, beyond the first month. So if that's so, it must be some dream."