Sophia's journeys continue!

(To the husband of an orc leader. For context, all of these orcs are were-people of different animals.)
Orc "What tribe do you hail from?"
Sophia: "Dragon's Take!"
His eyes widen for a second in fear.
Orc: "You're not a were-dragon, are you?"
Sophia: "No. Is name of town."
He's bored again.

Sophia: "Wait, do I know damn it in orcish?"
"For sure, you got the swear words first."

Sophia: "When did it become nighttime?"
Sophia's Orc Friend: "It's not nighttime. Your eyes are swollen shut."