Isabella: *Inspecting her camera, frowning slightly as she mutters to herself in Italian* “Questa luce non è giusta...” Hunter: *Approaching confidently, badge slightly visible* “Excuse me, ma’am, were you at the festival last evening?” Isabella: *Looks up startled, then troubled, responding in rapid Italian* “Oh, mi scusi, non parlo inglese. C’era qualcosa di strano, gente che spariva nel nulla...” Hunter: *Scratches his head, clearly not understanding* “I’m sorry, I don’t understand Italian. Do you speak any English at all?” Isabella: *Shakes her head, trying to convey her concern with hand gestures* “No, no inglese. Pericolo durante il festival, molte persone...” *She trails off, gesturing vaguely towards the festival grounds.* Hunter: *Takes out notepad, tries to piece things together* “Festival... people... danger? Was someone hurt? Can you show me on your camera?” Isabella: *Nods eagerly, flipping through her camera to show him photos of the crowded scenes, pausing on a few where some faces seem particularly distressed.* “Guarda, guarda!” Hunter: *Leans in to look at the photos, then nods* “Okay, I see what you mean. This could be important. Stay here, I’ll get someone who can translate.” Isabella: *Nods, looking relieved that her message has somewhat gotten through, murmurs softly* “Grazie, grazie.” Hunter: *His phone rings and he steps aside to take the call, talking briefly* “Yes, I’m at the cafe now. Understood, I’ll be right there.” *Turns back to Isabella* “I have to go, but someone will come to help. Stay here, please.” Isabella: *Looks a bit anxious but nods, responding in Italian* “Va bene, aspetterò qui.”