**Voice Sheet:** **[Scene: A quaint café in Alborn, MN. Isabella is seated at a small table, her camera resting in front of her. She appears deep in thought, scrolling through the photos she has taken. Hunter approaches her table, his expression serious yet curious.]** **Hunter:** "Excuse me, miss. I'm Detective Hunter. I noticed you were at the scene of the recent event. Can I ask you a few questions?" **Isabella:** "Mi dispiace, non parlo inglese. È stato terribile, davvero terribile..." [She gestures to her camera, her voice trembling slightly.] **Hunter:** "Uh, I'm sorry, I don't understand. Do you speak any English?" **Isabella:** "No, solo italiano. Le foto... le foto sono qui." [She points to her camera, trying to convey the importance of the images.] **Hunter:** "Photos? You have photos of the event?" [He leans in, trying to catch a glimpse of the camera screen.] **Isabella:** "Sì, sì! Ma... è stato spaventoso. Non so cosa fare." [Her eyes widen, clearly distressed.] **Hunter:** "Okay, okay. I get that you're upset. Can you show me the photos?" [He gestures to the camera, hoping to bridge the language gap.] **Isabella:** "Certo, certo. Ma... non so come spiegare." [She fumbles with the camera, showing him the images.] **Hunter:** "These might be helpful. Thank you. I wish I could understand more." [He nods, trying to reassure her.] **[Hunter's phone rings, interrupting the moment. He glances at the caller ID, his expression shifting to urgency.]** **Hunter:** "I have to take this. Thank you for your time. I'll be in touch." [He gives a polite nod and steps away, answering the call.] **[Isabella watches him leave, still holding her camera, a mix of relief and concern on her face.]**