Kensington blinked upon hearing the fox's response, his tail doing a skip off the floor when she shot him a salute. He was about to say something but was cut off by her corrections, allowing both himself and her get into a more comfortable stance between eachother. The wolf observed how embarrassed and nervous the fox was and grinned slightly in response to her greeting. 

"Senior airman Kensington Maxwell ma'am. I reckon any rank gap we have between eachother requires a salute." The pilot said, tucking his folder under his arm and holding out a now free hand to her, still speaking in his rural accent. "Put 'er there! Don't worry about a thing ma'am, alright?" By the time they broke the suspected handshake moment the pilot took the folder from the crevice between his arm and body and started towards the quarter master, motioning the newly met comrade to follow. "I won't lie I was like a farmhand after a saturday night drunkfest... Was pretty slow 'n gettin' here."