Marie: "Je ne comprends pas... qu'est-ce qui s'est passé ? Ces photos... l'ombre sur la route..." (She mutters to herself, scrolling through images on her camera, her hands trembling slightly.) Hunter: "Excuse me, miss. I'm Detective Hunter. I need to ask you a few questions about the commotion near the orchard last night." Marie: (Startled, looking up with wide eyes) "Pardon ? Je... je ne parle pas anglais. Qu'est-ce que vous voulez ?" (She clutches the camera tightly to her chest.) Hunter: (Frowning, he tilts his head) "English? Do you speak English? I just need to know if you saw anyone running from the festival grounds around midnight." Marie: (Her voice shakes, tears welling in her eyes) "Je ne comprends ! S'il vous plaît, j'ai très peur. Il y avait des bruits... des cris. J'ai couru. Je ne sais rien." (She gestures frantically with her hands, clearly distressed.) Hunter: (Letting out a sharp breath, he tries to speak slower, gesturing with his hands) "Midnight. Festival. Did you see? Eyes? Look?" (He points to his own eyes.) Marie: (Looking more confused and terrified, she shakes her head rapidly) "Non, non. Je suis désolée. Je suis juste une étudiante. Je prends des photos. Laissez-moi tranquille, s'il vous plaît." (She looks down at the table, avoiding his gaze.) Hunter: (Running a hand through his hair in frustration) "This is useless. Look, just... stay in town. Don't leave Alborn. I'll find a translator." (He points to the floor, then to her, trying to convey 'stay'.) Marie: (Squeezing her eyes shut) "Pourquoi ? Qu'est-ce que j'ai fait ? Je veux rentrer chez moi." (She whispers, her voice cracking.) Hunter: (His phone buzzes loudly in his pocket. He answers it immediately.) "Hunter. Yeah. What? The car was found where? Damn it. I'm on my way." (He snaps the phone shut and looks at Marie one last time, shaking his head.) Marie: (Watching him turn away) "Monsieur ?" Hunter: "Just stay out of trouble, lady." (He turns and strides quickly toward the exit.)