Isabella: *(looking up from her camera)* "Sì?" Hunter: "Ma'am, I'm Detective Hunter. I’d like to ask you about the incident at the festival yesterday. Did you see anything unusual?" Isabella: *(frowning and shaking her head, speaks quickly and nervously in Italian)* "Mi dispiace, non parlo inglese. È stato così spaventoso, c’erano così tante persone e poi quella povera ragazza ha gridato." Hunter: *(scratching his head, clearly not understanding)* "I'm sorry, I don't speak Italian. Uh... incident? You mentioned a scared girl?" Isabella: *(gestures emphatically, still speaking Italian)* "Sì, la ragazza! Lei ha gridato e tutti si sono girati a guardare, ma poi... lei è sparita nella folla." Hunter: *(takes out his notebook, speaks slowly)* "Girl screamed... disappeared in the crowd. Got it. Can you describe her?" Isabella: *(pauses, struggling to convey her message, then speaks slowly in Italian)* "Era giovane, bionda, indossava una maglietta rossa... Mi dispiace, è tutto quello che ricordo." Hunter: "Blonde, red shirt... Can you show me any photos you took at the festival?" Isabella: *(nods and begins scrolling through her camera)* Hunter: *(watches intently, then his phone rings. He holds up a finger to pause the conversation)* "Excuse me, I need to take this." *(Hunter steps away, talking on his phone, then looks back at Isabella)* "Thank you for your help. I might need to talk to you again. Please stay around." Isabella: *(nods, looking somewhat relieved but still anxious)* "Va bene, capisco." Hunter: *(gives a small, grateful nod and walks away, still on the phone)*