His lips twitch, though not in apology so much as in amusement. He hasn't been three-named since the forties back in Brooklyn, it's as surprising as it is alien to hear and - yeah, okay, he gets the sentiment behind it. Check himself before he wrecks himself. He will, it just kinda slipped.

"Sorry, ma'am," he murmurs wryly, nudging her shoulder a little with his bicep. Appropriately chastised, he falls quiet to allow for someone else to answer Major's question.