```vbnet [Marie] Marie: *Marie is sitting at a small table in the corner of the cafe, intently studying the screen of her camera. She takes a sip of her coffee, her brows furrowing slightly as she mutters something under her breath. Her eyes widen as she sees something on the screen and she quickly flips through several photos.* [Hunter] Hunter: *Henri enters the cafe, his expression serious as always. He scans the room briefly before spotting Marie. He walks over to her table, his steps deliberate. He stops in front of her, his eyes narrowing slightly as he takes in her troubled expression.* Marie: *Marie looks up, startled. She quickly gathers her thoughts and says something in rapid French, her hands gesturing wildly as she tries to explain.* Hunter: *Hunter holds up a hand, stopping Marie mid-sentence. He shakes his head, his expression confused.* "I'm sorry, I don't understand French. Do you speak English?" Marie: *Marie shakes her head, her expression becoming more troubled. She speaks again, her tone uncertain.* *Hunter:* *Hunter's expression softens slightly as he tries to reassure Marie. He gestures to the chair across from her, indicating that she should sit down.* "It's okay. Take your time. I just wanted to ask you about something that happened in town recently." Marie: *Marie looks confused, but she sits down, still clutching her camera. She speaks again, her words hurried and distressed.* *Hunter:* *Hunter listens patiently, trying to make sense of Marie's rapid-fire French. He shakes his head, frustrated.* "I'm sorry, I still don't understand. Can you slow down?" Marie: *Marie takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself. She speaks again, her words slower and more deliberate.* *Hunter:* *Hunter's expression clears slightly as he catches a few familiar words. He leans forward, his expression intent.* "Can you tell me what happened? Slowly, please." Marie: *Marie takes another deep breath and begins to speak, her words measured and clear.* *Suddenly, Hunter's phone rings. He holds up a finger, indicating that he needs to take the call. He steps away from the table, speaking in a low voice into the phone.* *Marie:* *Marie watches Hunter, her expression troubled. She speaks again, her voice low and uncertain.* *Hunter:* *Hunter finishes his call and returns to the table. He speaks to Marie, his tone apologetic.* "I have to go. Thank you for your time." Marie: *Marie nods, her expression troubled. She watches as Hunter leaves the cafe, her camera clutched tightly in her hands.* ```