Isabela: Mariano. Mariano don't move. There's a bear behind you
Mariano: what? What bear [looks around] oh sheesh that's a bear!
Isabela: [watching from inside] n-no nono don't run! The poster said not to run. Wait hold on. I'm going to go get it, hold on
Mariano: Isabela no! Isabela comeback, don't leave me. Comeback please, please...
Isabela: okay okay so uh- keep calm. I-uh avoid direct eye contact and speak in a soft monotone
Mariano to the bear: hey, nice to meet you... My girlfriend has a cousin who's an animal guy, I think you know him
Isabela: [reading the poster]: don't shoot a bear
Mariano: I don't have a gun!
Isabela: Because the bear almost always lives... L-long enough to mold the shooter severely!
Mariano: I DON'T HAVE A GUN!
Bear: [growls and walks closer]
Isabela: shhhh! Shh-ouding, soothing
Mariano to the bear: sorry, sorry, I don't have a gun
Isabela: wait wait wait, there's one last thing! Um... You know what you don't- you don't need to hear that
Mariano: the lest time I checked, I'm the one about to be molded by a bear!
Isabela: [panicking] ok uh... as a last resort. Assume a cannonball position, covering your neck and your head with your hands and your arms
Mariano: I didn't need to hear that!
Isabela: I know! That's what told you but you never listen!
Mariano: I'm about to be eaten by a bear! Screw this! [Starts running to Isabela while the bear chases him]
Isabela: stay back! [Pepper sprays Mariano] oh my god I'm so sorry! Why did run to the pepper spray!
Mariano: ahh my eyes! I'm blind!