Judith has never been in an airport before, for those who might be curious about facts like that, but she figured out her way around in the hour she had before Shannon's plane actually landed and the seemingly endless period before he made his way out of the web of whatever they do to people in airports. Cavity searches, maybe. She bought a copy of Vogue and pretended that she wasn't nervous.
When she sees him looking around the crowd of people moving back and forth in this place that she bets the Weaver is proud of, she can take her time adjusting her mental picture of him. Not by much, she's seen him in pictures since he left, but he's a little different, and he's taller than she would have figured he'd be. She didn't get those genes, that's for sure.
She can't wait forever, and so (taking one deep breath) she starts walking towards him purposefully, a sharp-looking blonde woman whose most notably feature to those that pay attention to it is that she smells good in a way that's almost completely artificial.