If there was one thing Phil could respect about Stark, it was that he'd managed to develop some pretty decent battle instincts in a fairly short time. He was around and scanning for the enemy. Phil could see where he twitched as if firing off one of his gauntlets then caught himself. Suddenly the whole picking through trash made sense. Had the suit made the trip though with him?

Just one more more thing to file away to look into later.

Meanwhile he'd swung the experimental weapon off his back and had it aimed in the general direction of the blast. He was just that good at multi-tasking.

"That was, and I'm fine," since there was no follow up shots it meant one of two things. Either it was a warning shot of some sort or it was an accident. "Explain yourselves!" he called out into the yard.