Dyva had finally finished wrangling her family retainers for the evening and found a chance to slip away and settle down for a nice evening of gardening while all the plants are asleep, and then she's in what appears to be someone's laboratory. At least, if nothing else, a largish patch of her garden was taken with her. 

"What. Have. You. Done." She asks, in a perfectly reasonable and not at all murderous tone, of the one who was operating whatever this apparatus was for. Summoning her, presumably. 

“YES! MY PLAN-“

Alas, the world will never hear the generic villainous speech, for a now-familiar-in-Paris-figure was here to waste his time doing heroics! 

“Foul villain!” he started, noticed the summoning equipment, person, and random plants, and simply punched him to unconsciousness.

”Er. Um. Greetings, er, foul villain? Or not? Uh. I don’t actually know if his summoning machine actually summoned a villain, or just a random bystander. Do you… need an escort home? Not that you can’t take care of yourself! But.”

"I like to think I'm a finely dressed and fashionable villain!" (She has dirt on the knees of her gardening pants, but they are very expensive gardening pants) 

"I'm not sure you can send me home, I have no idea where I am relative to home." 

“Er. I should. Probably fight you then? If you’re a villain?”

"Oh, are you a Name? I can usually tell, but maybe you're only a claimant?" 

He seems to freeze for a moment, but shakes it off after a moment. “…If you’re referring to being a hero, then yes? Are you very foreign? You do look very foreign…”

"If you don't know your Name then you're a claimant at best and nobody at worst. But you don't look like nobody. Have you heard of the Dread Empire of Praes? That's where I'm from."  

Gil continues pointedly not responding to the claimant comment.

“No, I haven’t. You’re in Paris right now, in Europa. Are you from the Americas, or China? You’re very far from home, then.”

"So I am, my home is on the continent of Calernia. I don't suppose you'd capitulate immediately and let me get to work on a nice greenhouse rather than doing all this messy conquest stuff?"  

“…Are you going to cease your villainous ways?”

"Of course not! I have a garden to look after."  

He nods and unsheathes his sword, going for a side cut at a speed that is strictly speaking humanly possible.

Dyva speaks a word in an arcane tongue, and tree-trunks rise out of the patch of earth she's standing on to interpose themselves between her and any possible line of attack by a tool so mundane as a sword. 

She begins chanting ominously and also gathering up as many of the plants that were brought with her as she can carry, while she still has the chance. 

He starts back in surprise at the sudden trees, and when going around them fails, starts fiddling with some mechanical device he digs out of his pocket.

Plants now in her bag, Dyva finished chanting her desiccation curse - a rapidly widening orb of power flies toward Gil, concentrating all of the water within it's radius into a ball at the centre. Imagine what such a thing could do to a human body, unmitigated. 

Gil may not be familiar with voice-activated desiccation technology - no, brain, now is a bad time for a fugue -

He ducks out of the way and throws a small metal object towards Dyva.

Dyva has no idea what the metal object is or does, but there's a simple logic to these things: When a hero throws a mysterious object at you, you do not allow it to hit you. A word, and then a branch from one of the tree-trunks will move to bat it out of the air. 

The tree branch bursts into flames.

She should stop messing around, then, fire is a fundamental weakness. If she can entangle her hero in vines, she can end this. She commands her tree trunks accordingly- capture that hero!

He does manage to slice a few up, but they do get him after a few moments.

Nice! Now: Deathtraps to trap the hero in, so she can escape and work her wicked will, etc. Given only a small amount of time to work, the best she can improvise is using a vine to suspend the hero above the busy street outside, before fleeing and looking for somewhere to hide and dig in. Before she does that, she should go through his pockets for local money, though. 

The hero has any amount of money, in what looks to be a wide variety of denominations! Mostly what looks to be copper coins of some kind, admittedly, with a scattering of silver ones. His pockets also contain a several kinds of wiring, some small gears, and a handful of papers covered with teastains and diagrams.

Nice! She will take everything including the papers, she needs to figure out what sort of hero this is, and then she will flee into the night! 

And so she does! Does our intrepid villainous go anywhere in particular?