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[i]Location:Coffee Shop 
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The man's description of the injured individual as "rabid" triggered a subtle sense of caution in her. She moved closer to get a clearer view, noting the barista's assessment of the fever and Dave's discovery of the exposed bone.

Amid her assessment, a contemplative doubt lingered—a wondering if there might be a deeper layer to this incident than a conventional human clash. However, being the pragmatic that she is, she dismissed the notion of such a possibility.

[color=indianred]"Looks like we stumbled upon a whole new level of bizarre,"[/color] Becker remarked dryly. She exchanged a glance with Dave, acknowledging the seriousness of the situation.

As Dave initiated the call to 911, Becker addressed the growing crowd with a stern expression. [color=indianred]"Alright, folks, let's give them some room. This isn't a show."[/color] She hopefully gestured toward the onlookers to prompt the curious crowd's dispersal.

As the emergency unfolded in the cafe, Dave couldn't help but voice the unspoken question on most people's mind. Leaning in slightly, his eyes flickering between Becker and the barista, he cautiously asked, "Do you think it's related to that virus they've been talking about?"

Becker, her gaze briefly shifting from the injured man to meet Dave's eyes, considered the question with a thoughtful expression. [color=indianred]"Well, if every fever and exposed bone screamed 'virus,' we'd be living in a pretty bleak world, wouldn't we?"[/color] Becker remarked, her words carrying a hint of doubt. [color=indianred]"Let's deal with the facts we've got and leave the apocalyptic theories to the movies."[/color] With a subtle raise of her eyebrow, she refocused her attention on the injured man, emphasizing the need for practicality in the face of the unknown.