( She's breathing audibly, but she's keeping herself together well in spite of it. )

Yeah, but I'll need to call again. The roof, you said?

( Mia's fingers tap on the handrail as she continues up. )

I'll call her again from up there. She'll be safe.

( There's no real choice in that. Even if people were "brought back" by the Initiative, she didn't want a reason to ever expect she could end up having a reason to challenge her own sister's spirit. )

She's eighteen now. She's a smart girl.