As I am giving bags to some of the other customers to pack their groceries, I notice you rushing around the store, re-stocking all of the shelves with groceries. The other workers aren't doing anything to help, they are just sitting around, talking. I can sense your stress from here, and it worries me a little. I drop the bags that are in my muzzle, and I walk over to you, and I help you re-stock the shelves. I notice your paws, and muzzle shaking from stress

Hey, it's okay. I got your back.