The wolf was vibrating with positive energy, Aidan could tell, judging by the pilot's vigorous (if not exaggerated) handshake; not only that, but his entire attitude was infectious. Ken's optimistic demeanour spread rather easily, managing to light the medic's mood to the point he didn't feel all that uncomfortable anymore; he really liked people similar to Kensington, it was the sort of thing that could recharge his batteries after a long, strenuous day, or a very shitty shift: just sitting and having a chat with someone ever so happy to talk and interact with people. Aidan's whole body relaxed as a consequence and comfortably leaned against the bar counter, support half of his weight on one elbow as he listened to his new comrade speak; he silently chuckled as Ken expressed his relief that the medic will take his responsibility to aid the wounded, but he could only disagree about the great value of a good first aid.

[b]"Believe me, first aid saves more lives than a good surgeon. Or maybe I shouldn't have said that..."[/b] he half-reconsidered his words in a typical display of his rather dark sense a humour, something he couldn't really contain. He shrugged nonchalantly and continued [b]"That's what the statistics say, anyways. Really, any kind of medical help in the 'golden hour' is vital, it's much better than standing there and pretend the guy didn't get hit."[/b] Aidan said before he readopted his neutral smile and continued to listen to his new chatting partner. The wolf interrupted his conversation at some point, cutting himself off; maybe he almost slipped something of personal value that the doctor shouldn't be aware of? 

[b]"Then again... what?"[/b] But seeing that he immediately changed the subject, Aidan didn't insist on that and instead gave an amused snort at the wolf's comment about snouts and skirts, followed by a facepalm and a light chuckle. [b]" Oi...'n' here I thought I wouldn't have to teach you kids Sex Ed; I swear, I memorized those fucking brochures inside and out after reading them so many times in front of classrooms."[/b] As his colleague turned his head to ask about "alcohol or pop", Aidan looked at his own half-empty bottle and considered he didn't need another round. This small window gave him an opportunity and register a new face, the very distinguishable, albeit small, bat pilot. [i]Shona[/i] he recalled as his eyes quickly followed her movements; he had such a strong feeling of déjà vu he nearly dashed towards her to ask if they knew each other, but he was convinced it was the first time he saw her. Actually, the sentiment also applied to his new superior and one of the tigers, Michael Nawlin. Was his mind trying to cope with this new situation and attempt to drill these new faces in his subconscious so hard that they felt like distant, old friends; or maybe he was very tired. None the less, once Kensington turned around, Aidan thought to continue their dialogue, starting with an open question. [i]Maybe I should stop taking histories from people and actually fucking talk to them, for once[/i] he scolded himself seconds after he blurted out three questions in a single salvo: 

[b]"How's work treating you? Anything interesting happened on the field with ya? Hey, how about that drill I heard you guys were doing, how'd that work out?"[/b] he took a very short break before mumbling [b]"I really need to break the habit of bombarding people with questions like it's my business, huh?"[/b]