You'd been talking to others all day. Who cares if that that's part of your job? Without an active mission, you've got the handler stalking behind you for most of your shift. Her unblinking, sharp gaze is only ever on you. If you paid attention, you'd see how her pupils constrict every time you turn away from her to speak to someone else. Her atrociraptors focus on her. Would you respond if she used the whistle?

Thankfully, it doesn't come to that.

Your day does come to an end. And when it does, you're immediately, physically, dragged into a secluded part of the park. Shady, with wildlife growing. The handler feels at ease. She's gentle, if not a bit stunted. Like she might hurt you from grabbing you alone. But she does, she holds onto your shoulders as she'd press her forehead to the side of your face. Similar to how she does to her raptors, but intimate. Still watches, keen on how you respond.