Kensington made it home with ease and without incident as his helicopter adjusted its flight pattern for a landing routine. "Skyhawk to landcrawler clear the pad I am touchin' down." He reported and in no time the skids of his helicopter touched familiar ground, the airman later quickly shutting off his engines and taking a moment to remain in his seat to recollect his thoughts. Soo much had happened today, more than he could handle alone despite the fact he was qualified. It was bigger than be thought, and the bit of dry blood he saw on the way gave him hint of that.
Everything on deck was evidently bustling with activity, organizing assets that returned home as well as any new assets that were found. Kensington ultimately blocked all of that out though as he made his way straight to his room where he could continue to function as the senior airman he was meant to be. The walk felt like hours, thoughts haunting and tormenting him every step of the way. He simply couldn't erase his memory the recent events he had just experienced, even the slightest detail of the casualty he had to deal with was a curse for him, but he decided to keep silent about it. "I might take up smoking. That's what they usually do, right?" That was the only thought that reached the pilot's mouth, and he was already opening the door to his cooridor as he spoke.
The next hours were spent writing up a series of requests and records, half of them getting deleted on the device he was working with while the other half was physical paper that was balled up and thrown away. Despite everything that was written up from resignation requests to psychological evaluation requests, the only ones that made it past Ken's drafting stage was a co pilot form and a report of the operation. Everything was tucked away in a file, and just in time as voices started emerging from the hallway outside. It was primarily the voice of his commanding officer and the wolf was quick to step out into the halls, his documents in hand as he listened to the older man. While Silver spoke, Kensington listened in silence, his ears trained on his comrades while he stood by in silence, an uncanny habit compared to his more interrogating self when it came to these intelligence session. The airman didn't ask one question, and he occasionally drifted off into his memory again. When silence returned the pilot lifted up his folder and approached Blade, offering the documents to him while the airman spoke. "When they transferred me here.. The guys upstairs, I didn't really expect I was going to be responsible for soo much along with the responsibility of keeping myself alive. I hope you don't mind me asking, sir, but I need another pilot. Its one thing to do gun runs, but I suspect y'all need a lot more than that."