Joan has drawn her hair back and tied it in a ponytail at the nape of her neck, hoping it looks sufficiently different and sufficiently mousy to pull this off. But when she looks at Punchy, her hair is the least of her concerns.

She crosses to him and takes his hands in hers.

"It's not far. Once we get to the meeting place, we can rest a little."

She squeezes his hands.

"Can you do this for me?"