Excuse you, it's a Draenei accent, not bad russian. But whatever. Adora has no fucks to give, given she's apparently a cheerful and driven. Ironically full of life.

"I! Am Adora." She did a bit of a sweeping bow, before rising, re-crossing her arms as she shifted her weight while she straightened, tail flicking lazily behind her. "And I suppose it is, in a sense. There are, of course, other ways to get to know people, but I am adaptable to my situation at hand."

Another shrug, "And if we fight, we fight, if not, we don't. Simple as that."