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Kensington kept his arms crossed and kept his ears on Oliver as the tiger spoke and only smiled as the GEAR pilot instructed him not to worry about a thing. From that point on the airman kept quiet and listened to both Oliver and those around him, including the speech that came right after the airman gave Oliver his warning until Oliver was off to go speak to some fox.
"Well.. There he goes chasing tail.." The wolf muttered, his hands dropping at his side and his attention stepping back observe everyone instead of just the tiger and the squad.
The senior airman started processing some of the people's behaviors, how they spoke and who they spoke to. These people weren't like any of the squads he had worked with, then again he only saw the other squads when he was dispatched on a task. As a matter in-fact this was the first time we was casually conversing with other military personnel who were not airman. He didn't know what to say or do, but thankfully, an opportunity came his way, that opportunity being the canine who gave a rather interesting speech not to long ago.
"Kensington, pilot of the... ah, Sky Hawk, right?" The canine asked, his hand being extended towards the wolf as he spoke. Seeing the hand and listening to this 'Aidan Sykes' was all he needed to hear in order for him to grab the hand and give it a firm shake, his smile returning*
"Yes that be me boss! I guess ya can't have med evac without a doc' to count on. Good to see ya! Good to see ya!" The wolf replied, shaking the combat medic's hand for a rather long time before letting go. "Nope! Nope I can give ya a few words. Thought I was gon' be the one running the show on that angle.. Then again ya can't save a life with just first aid, eh?" He pointed out during the pause the doctor had to give the bar tender a gesture. It was rather nice to be submerged in a conversation, especially with someone who he would be working when it came to emergency calls.
"Well mannered? Heh. I guess they be better than a couple of guys. I tend to keep away from drinks and all... A drunk pilot ain't a safe pilot. Then again..." The pilot said, trailing off when he came across a thought; My orders changed.. That means I am not in a on call group? Will there be calls and stuff? He didn't bring those thoughts to voice. Instead, he started talking again about some other thing. "Hey. Doc. Just wait till the boys start trying to tuck their nose under some skirts. Then you'll be needing to use the bar counter as an operating table I bet'cha." With that he looked over at the squad that stood nearby and nodded towards the bar, a smile on his face. "If it ain't alcohol it's soft drinks. Anyone in for option Alcohol or option Pop?"