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Isabella: (Startled, she looks up quickly from her camera, her eyes wide. Her hand instinctively goes to the camera, clutching it.) "Oh! Scusi! Io... non capisco. Non parlo inglese, mi dispiace molto." Hunter: (A slight frown. He tries again, slower.) "English? Do you speak English? Parla inglese?" (He gestures around the cafe, then makes a 'disappearing' motion with his hands, trying to convey his meaning.) "My name is Hunter, Detective. I need to ask about... the people who went missing. Did you see anything?" Isabella: (Her composure visibly crumbles. She shivers, clasping her hands together. Tears well in her eyes.) "No, no... è stato terribile! Povera gente! Io ero lì, vicino al... al fiume, scattando foto. Ho sentito un urlo... così forte! E poi... silenzio. Un silenzio così spaventoso. Non ho visto nessuno, ma... l'aria era strana, l'ho sentita. Era... paura." Hunter: (Totally lost, he watches her face, trying to glean meaning from her distressed tone and gestures. He shakes his head slightly, a frustrated sigh escaping him.) "I... I'm really sorry, I don't understand a word. Can you... is there anyone here who speaks Italian? Or knows English? Perhaps you could point? Show me?" (He points to her camera, hoping she took pictures of something relevant.) Isabella: (Misunderstanding his gesture about the camera, she clutches it tighter to her chest, shaking her head vehemently.) "N-no! Le mie foto sono solo paesaggi! Non ho visto nulla di... direttamente. Solo l'eco di quel dolore. La paura mi ha gelato il sangue! Non ho osato avvicinarmi, non per un milione di dollari." Hunter: (He rubs the back of his neck, clearly exasperated but trying to remain polite.) "Okay. Okay, I understand you're upset. But I need to know what you saw, what you heard. Was it near the..." (He wracks his brain for a landmark) "...the big, old mill? Or closer to the apple orchards?" (He points vaguely in different directions.) Isabella: (She shakes her head, pointing towards an imaginary river beyond the cafe.) "No! Più lontano... verso il fiume. Dove ci sono quegli alberi molto vecchi, contorti." Hunter: (He tries to follow her gesture, making a mental note of 'river' and 'old, twisted trees'. Just as he's about to try another approach, his phone buzzes insistently. He glances at the caller ID, his expression hardening immediately.) "Damn it." Hunter: (To Isabella, with an apologetic, strained look.) "I'm really sorry. I have to take this. It's... urgent. I'm sorry, I wish we could communicate better. Thank you for your time, what little we managed." (He gives her a quick, regretful nod and strides away, already answering his phone and speaking in hushed, urgent tones as he walks.) Isabella: (Watches him go, her face still pale, her hands still trembling slightly.) "Prego..."