The camera equipment came with him on the plane; he paid the extra ticket fee to get it a seat, in fact, so in addition to his bag he's lugging that and is wrestling with it a bit when he looks up and she's making her way toward him. He doesn't know who he's meant to be expecting, the family had been in such a miasma of confused rage earlier the basic gist had just been 'someone will meet you.'
And so this must be her, familiar in a way he fails to place yet, a wolf in a temple of glass and steel and a thousand swimming details exhausting by sheer volume. His head tilts, eyebrows going up, and he moves into her purposeful path. In a burst of long-awaited irony, he has no name to call her.