Silk flew into the room a second after Hank, just in time to watch him miss the blow.
"Wow, wow! Hank, stop it man!", she shouted out. "We're supposed to get answers out of this guy, he might need his head still attached to give them."
She turned to the shaken Ork. "Sorry pal, but for your sake, I really hope you're going to cooperate. You got a dwarf who apparently hates your luggage and a mage that's been begging to knock you out cold. Trust me, if I'm supposed to be the -nice- person, you really are in trouble."
She fished a cigarette out of her pockets and lit it. "You don't mind, do you?" She asked while blowing out her first puff of smoke. "By the way, you misspelled your name, Lenard."