Thor takes her hand and gives it a firm shake, used to moderating his strength so he doesn't crush a human's more delicate frame until he feels the solid strength in her grip, and his grin broadens. "I am Thor, of Asgard," he answers, mirroring her own style of introduction. "What's your preference? Swords only, no magic?" It's the most basic set of rules for a friendly match, but he's flexible. Can't afford not to be, in his line of work, and he could use a variety of scenarios to help work out his little depth perception problem.