Juliet watched as the unknown man moved into further view, holding up his hands as signal of surrender. She was glad that the meeting hadn't erupted into bullets right away. There was real chance of having things turn out just the way she was hoping they would and the leader was already excited. As she looked up to meet the stranger's gaze, she faltered. Something about him brought a warm sense of familiarity but she couldn't put her finger on it. That is, until he announced his name. 

She stared dumbly at the stranger, or originally thought to be stranger. "No way..." she breathed. It didn't seem possible. As optimistic as even she was, Juliet had already begun to accept the likelihood of her old best friend being dead. However, now there was a man who shared an uncanny resemblance to him and the same name standing right in front of her. It just seemed too good to be true. Unknowingly, the leader had fallen into a silence as she stared at the man across from them, still trying to decide it if it was truly her friend or not, when someone elbowed her. 

With her trace broken, she looked over to see Adrian eying her questioningly. "Something wrong?" he asked tensely, his gun still trained on John. 

Instead of answering her second, Juliet focused her gaze back on John and cautiously stepped forward towards him. "John?" she echoed his name with a hopeful tone. "I... Are you... I mean..." she stumbled over her words, unsure what to say or how to say it. Lost for words she decided to go another route in hopes to confirm it was really him. Juliet displayed her wrist to him, making the tattoo of the dandelion visible, and looked up at the stranger, hoping to see a look of recognition or rememberance or anything that would tell her that he realized who she was.