[Oddly, Mia's expression stops changing. It's unreadable again- gentle, but unreadable. That's not an altogether foreign sounding concept; even though she was at peace while dead, other spirits didn't have the same advantage- often as a result of how they died.

Mia takes a few steps closer before she speaks again.]

Where I'm from, death... Isn't always the end of the story. And someone once told me not to give up until things were really over.

[Her head tilts slightly to the side.]

If it's not over, I can't decide what the Bureau will and won't do, now, can I?

If it's not over, have you truly failed?