[While he had his Moment earlier to get used to the idea, Tony still isn't what he'd qualify as 'prepared' when the scanner flips out on him:

Subject anatomy unrecognized. Reconfiguring...

He folds his arms, slapping a hand over the lower half of his face and dragging it down around his chin.]

I don't think you're gonna find a match, buddy.

[He meets Aeryn's gaze.]

Fine. We'll wing it. Take a picture, draw a circle around the hot spots and we'll go from there. [Then, to Aeryn:] The name 'Thor' doesn't mean anything to you, does it? Big guy, blonde, likes to talk about his enormous hammer?