Selvi: "..." Hunter: "..." **Scene: The Apple Core Cafe - Afternoon** Selvi: (muttering to herself in Hindi, reviewing a photo on her camera's small screen) "Iska rang kitna ajeeb hai... lekin yeh pattern dekho..." Hunter: (approaching the table, clearing his throat) "Excuse me. Mind if I have a word?" Selvi: (looking up, startled. She clutches her camera to her chest) "Kaun hai aap?" Hunter: (flashing his badge) "Detective Hunter. I'm investigating a situation. I was told you were out by the old mill yesterday afternoon. Is that right?" Selvi: (eyes widening with fear and confusion. She shakes her head, speaking quickly) "Main... main wahan nahi thi. Nahi. Please, mujhe chhod dijiye." Hunter: (frowning, leaning in slightly) "Ma'am, I'm not accusing you of anything. I just need to know if you saw anything unusual. Anyone hanging around that shouldn't have been?" Selvi: (becoming more agitated, her voice trembling) "Aap samajh nahi rahe hain! Maine kuch dekha... ek shakhs tha... lekin woh... woh insaan nahi tha. Uski... uski chaal ajeeb thi." Hunter: (holding up his hands, trying to calm her) "Whoa, slow down. I don't... I can't understand what you're saying. Do you speak English? *English*?" Selvi: (shaking her head frantically, tears welling in her eyes) "Nahi, main nahi samajh sakti! Aap jaayiye! Mujhe darr lag raha hai." Hunter: (sighs in frustration, running a hand through his hair) "Okay. Okay, just... calm down. Look." (He points to her camera.) "Photo. Did you take a photo?" Selvi: (nods emphatically, holding up the camera) "Haan! Haan, photo hai! Yeh dekhiye!" (She tries to show him the screen, but he can't see it clearly from his angle.) Hunter: (pulls out his notebook and pen, pointing to it) "Write it down. Can you write down what you saw?" Selvi: (looks at the pen and paper with despair) "Lekin main aapki bhasha nahi likh sakti!" Hunter: (His phone buzzes loudly. He checks the caller ID and his expression hardens.) "Hunter." (A pause.) "Yeah, I'm in town. I'm on my way." (He ends the call and shoves the phone in his pocket.) Hunter: (looks back at Selvi, his expression a mix of urgency and regret) "Look, I have to go. I'm sorry." (He pulls a business card from his wallet and slides it across the table.) "My card. Find someone who can translate for you. A professor, another student. Call me. It's important." Selvi: (stares at the card, then back at him, her plea barely a whisper) "Rukiye... main aapko dikha sakti hoon..." Hunter: (already turning to leave, giving a final, helpless glance over his shoulder) "I'll be waiting for your call." Selvi: (left alone at the table, she looks from the business card to her camera, a single tear rolling down her cheek.) "Ab main kya karoon..."