The last thing Ianto had expected to hear whilst walking back to the Hub, carrying a paper bag full of various food with the intention of stocking up the depleting fridge, was the grinding noise that made him halt in his tracks. A light frown of concentration creased his brow as he located its direction, then purposefully began walking towards where it seemed to be.
Approaching the dated phone box, it took barely a second for him to correlative the unfamiliar noise with the sight of the box, and with the man who stepped out of it. Mildly surprised at his appearance, Ianto only recognised the Doctor from his days at Torchwood One, in a time when the organisation had been almost barbaric in its discrimination of the alien. Underhand comments and ruthless lessons about the 'foreign threat' had gone a long way to cement Ianto's perception of him, and it had only been when he'd joined the Cardiff branch that his opinion had started to shift. Shift, but not change completely. He trusted Jack's occasional questionable judgement, but when things came down to it, he really didn't know the remarkable alien beyond what he'd heard.
Raising a brow at the cheerful welcome he received, well... the Doctor certainly didn't look like he was any threat. But in reality, that told Ianto nothing except that he had a very infectious smile and rather shocking hair... Raising his hand in a 'hi' gesture, regardless of his uncertainty, Ianto wasn't about to walk away.
"How do you manage not to trip on that?" he asked calmly, eyes looking pointedly at the unusually huge scarf that snaked and draped around where he assumed a neck must be.