Isabella: *gasping for air, clearly distressed* "Oh, Dio mio, hai visto qualcosa? Non dici nulla a nessuno! Io... Io sono stata lì. Sono stata dall'altra parte dell'aviazione. Sono scappata. Hanno rapito quelle persone. Non lo dico. Non lo farei mai." Hunter: *confused* "Uh, I'm sorry, I don't understand. You saw something? Please, tell me. It's important. You were there? You saw something from the other side of the aviation? You ran away? They kidnapped those people? You can't say anything. Why not?" Isabella: *shaking her head, tears welling up in her eyes* "No, no, you don't understand. I don't speak English. I'm from Italy. I'm here on a study abroad program." Isabella pulls out her phone and starts frantically scrolling through her pictures, showing them to him, hoping he'll understand. She points to a picture of a group of people standing in a field, smiling for the camera. Then, she shows him another picture, this time of the same group but looks terrified and huddled together.