Marie: (sitting at a cafe, she's looking troubled, glancing around anxiously before finally settling her gaze on a man drinking coffee at the next table. She whispers to herself in French) "Il est là... Qu'est-ce que je fais?" (He's there... What do I do?) Hunter: (sitting at the next table, oblivious to Marie's analytical stare. He sips his coffee and reads the paper, looking like any other local. Suddenly, Marie's presence at his table snaps him back to reality.) "Oh, hello. Can I help you?" Marie: (startled, she looks up at the man's face.) "Non, pardon-moi... Je regardais juste..." (No, I'm sorry... I was just looking...) She trails off, acting like she was distracted. Hunter: (hardens his gaze, sizing up the unusual situation with quick glances at Marie.) "Are you okay? You seem a little shaken up." Marie: (hesitates, then nods slowly, trying to compose herself.) "Oui... Je vais bien..." (Yes... I'm okay...) She looks down at her camera nervously. Hunter: "It's just, something happened here recently, a series of mysterious disappearances. I'm a detective investigating the case. Have you seen anything unusual?" Marie: (flinches, her eyes widening.) "Mystérieux? Mais je ne comprends pas..." (Mysterious? But I don't understand...) She starts rambling nervously in French. Hunter: (frowns, he doesn't grasp French and she speaks too fast.) "I'm sorry, you're going to have to slow down. I don't speak French." Marie: (hesitates, realizing the language barrier. She takes a deep breath, collecting her thoughts.) "I...there was a man...he was following me..." (There was a man... he was following me) Hunter: (listens intently) "What did he look like? What was he doing?" Marie: (becomes more agitated.) "Il m'a suivie... dans la rue..." (He followed me... on the street) Hunter: (notices her distress) "Listen, maybe you should come to the station and give a statement. I'd like to get some more details." Marie: (shakes her head vehemently.) "Non! Pas la police!" (No! Not the police!) She stands up quickly, accidentally knocking over her coffee cup. Hunter: (reaches out to steady her.) "Easy, you seem really upset..." He notices a small tattoo on her wrist - a compass with writing underneath. Marie: (quickly pulls her sleeve down, eyes darting around in panic.) "Je dois y aller..." (I have to go...) She grabs her camera and rushes out of the cafe. Hunter: (watches her leave, then glances down at his phone, an incoming call. He stands up and walks out after her.) "Detective Thompson..."