E'dolha follows in kind, glad to at least get one name out of this even though it's for the one person who likely won't be providing an answer anytime soon. (Though that is more or less her fault for not introducing herself properly.) Her footfalls are light, and she's careful to maneuver around the gap left behind by the chunk of asphalt that had been hurled at her.

"Her name's Adora?" she asks once she's within speaking range again, and after giving the call enough time to ring out and potentially receive a response. "Is that short for anything?" she follows up, her tone just shy of teasing.