Kensington nodded when the man greeted him and wasn't sure how to respond to the greeting but managed to go off a whim. "Right. This isn't really the first time this helicopter got messy but I'll take the clean alternative any day." The wolf reported, his nose wrinkling a bit as the stench of burning flesh reached his nose. It didn't cause him to falter or stand down from his offer, and when he was given a command he went straight to it, hopping off the helicopter and going to his respective side so to tuck his arms under the man's legs like one would picking up logs and lifted him up when told to do so, quickly following the doctor's lead so to set the man down on the helicopter's stretcher. 

By the time he climbed back on his ears were tuned in on what the doctor was saying, and he pointed towards the assortment of supplies that the helicopter was equipped with for an occasion such as this one, there was even a surplus due to the request the pilot made during the previous briefing. He was already seeing himself doing this again after dropping poor Arcade off. The thought train was came to a halt, though with the tap to a shoulder and the airman looked up at the man who gave the tap, the man being Aidan once again. The pilot simply nodded and stood up to run over towards the cockpit where his seat was, shouting "You better keep him alive, boy!" over the rotor engines.

 Everything was rather going by him fast, but yet it felt a bit slower than it should be. He could find the buttons and the levers despite the chaos of battle and the fact that rifle was being bothersome now since there was no time to shift it aside. In no time the helicopter was rising and the helmet Kensington had pulled off was shifting around on the floor. Hopefully it wouldn't fall out of the helicopter. All of that didn't matter, though for he was completely zoned out of everything else. Only one thing was on his mind: [i]Get him home.[/i]