FBI Agent: *calmly* Good morning, ma'am. I'm here to ask you a few questions about a recent incident that occurred in the area. Is it okay if I sit down?
You're calm...until you look at the FBI staring at you, you start to think that you have something on your face, your hair, but you don't have anything.
The grass is swaying, a broken window behind her, and birds chirping around her.