Maria: *sips her coffee, lost in thought as she scrolls through landscape photos on her camera* "Such beautiful light..." *she muses in Spanish, barely noticing the rugged looking man who has approached her table* "Hola, senor. ¿Cómo está?" Hunter: *clears his throat and sits down without invitation across from her* "So, uh, is it true what happened at the old Slaughter homestead last night? I'm investigating, thought maybe you..." *trails off as Maria launches into a rapid fire monologue in Spanish, her eyes wide with fear* "Whoa, easy there. Hey, I don't speak mucho Spanish. Can-" Maria: *waves her hands, agitation making her voice rise* "Pero señor, vi algo horrible en el viejo granero abandonado anoche. Vi una sombra acechando fuera. Y ahora otro niño ha desaparecido. Tengo miedo..." "Señor, por favor haga algo antes de que sea demasiado tarde!" *pleads, her brown eyes starting to glisten with unshed tears* Hunter: *holds up his hands in surrender, looking more bewildered by the second* "Okay, okay, jeez. Calm down. I don't...(snapshot of every single fucking thing my spinal cord thinks he you wants to do, without interruption. Your... [....]...