Thirteen's eyes had gone wide and the curious expression on her face grew into a large smile. She was practically beaming as she saw the read-outs and her eyes met the 11th version of herself with a bit of glee. "Alright, I think it might be a good idea to step aside. Just a bit." She was trying to advise the wizards of what to do, but their calculations were just a bit off.
Because as soon as she said it, the man came through, landing on his feet and looking more than a bit offset. Harry had reached for his wand, and the Doctor quickly put her hands up between Harry and the newcomer, trying to indicate this was not the time to pose a threat- but it was too late.
Before she even had a chance to greet him, the man was suddenly encased in a metal suit and the Doctor's ace went from concerned to..intrigued. She lowered her arms, staring at it and tilting her head. This was new. For a second, her thoughts went to Cybermen- but this wasn't like any she'd seen before. No. Probably not that.
Harry, in the meantime, had gotten his wand out. It was training. And instinct. But he hadn't raised it. Instead, he stared at the man in the metal suit with some trepidation as the Doctors did the talking.