As Thirteen directed the wizards, Eleven rubbed his hands together, and with a huge grin, said "Here we go," with all the excitement of a child about to unwrap an enormous pile of gifts. That alone was reason enough for Ron to go for his wand. As the Rift opened, he point it at the man who stepped out, but promptly lowered it when he looked over and noticed that Harry had not. When he turned to look back at the newcomer, the man was encased in some kind of armor. He glanced back at Harry with eyes widened and shot him a look that said, "You sure we don't want to take aim at this bloke?"
Meanwhile, Eleven was marveling at the armor. "Oh, that's impressive. Love all the..." he made a few showy gestures in a poor imitation of the materialization of suit. "I'll bet that's a crowd pleaser where you're from." He looked over at Thirteen. "Did you see that?" he asked pointlessly. Diffusing a situation with banter was a tried and true method. But then he turned back around, sonic screwdriver in hand, and pointed it at Tony. It emitted a green light and a strange sound, and immediately after, Tony's armor began to peel away are return to its housing. The Doctor tossed the sonic into the air, caught it without looking, then slid it inside his jacket pocket again. "Shall we try that again without all the soldiery bits?"
Tony's response had been to press the housing unit for his armor a second time and a third, but nothing happened. "Did I mention I'm not in the mood?" he said again, his voice maintaining the calm annoyance it had before, but the furrow in his brow betrayed his growing uneasiness.