It doesn't matter that she's in a jumpsuit and with cropped hair: Punchy recognizes her immediately. Maybe it's because her image has been projected across his dreams for weeks, a thousand variations of him savings her (fantasies) or of her dying (nightmares). Maybe it's just that he's loved her so hard and so long that her features melt upon sight to match what he knows her to be.

He isn't actually expecting to see her, but when he does as he crosses the line between Rebels and Capitol, defies orders just in the hopes she might be out there, everything snaps into place.

"Joanie," he whispers to himself, watching her. He slips between the mirrors, wondering if any moment now is going to turn to an electrical shock that runs from the ground through his brain. This heat and desertion is like that first encounter, before he knew that she would be his reason for persevering. He starts to move towards her, wondering if she can see him.