Isabella: (sighs, fidgeting with her camera) "Non posso crederci... perché è successo proprio davanti a me?" Hunter: (approaching, showing his badge) "Excuse me, ma'am. I'm Detective Hunter. Mind if I ask you a few questions about last night?" Isabella: (startled, clutching her camera tighter) "Mi dispiace, non capisco... Non parlo inglese." Hunter: (tries to sound reassuring, but is puzzled) "Uh, okay. Did you see anything unusual by the riverbank yesterday evening?" Isabella: (voice shaking) "C'era... c'era un uomo... e poi quel grido—tutto è successo così in fretta! Non riesco a togliermelo dalla testa." Hunter: (frowning, trying to interpret her tone) "You seem upset... I wish I understood what you were saying. Did you take any photos? Camera? Pictures?" Isabella: (nods vigorously, pointing to her camera) "Sì, sì! Ho delle foto... ma sono troppo spaventata per guardarle." Hunter: "Pictures? Can I see?" (gestures to the camera, miming flipping through photos) Isabella: (hesitant, then turns the camera so he can see, voice trembling) "Non so se dovrei... e se succede anche a me?" Hunter: (softening voice) "It's okay, you're safe. I promise. I just want to help." (Isabella hesitates, hands shaking, as she scrolls through photos but won't let him touch the camera.) Hunter: (phone rings, he answers) "Hunter here... Yeah, I'll be right there." (turns to Isabella, apologetic) "I have to go. If you remember anything, or if you need help, come find me—Hunter, police." (points to himself, then to the police badge) Isabella: (softly) "Va bene... grazie, credo." Hunter: (nodding) "Thank you... grazie?" (attempts to repeat the word with a small smile, then hurries off)