Turning her hand and wiggling her fingers gently, Willa lets Duke get the smell of her before she makes a move to stroke the side of his neck. "Hello Duke," she says in the best calm, confident vet voice she can muster before looking up at his mistress.
"Oh!" she exclaims, standing back up from her crouch beside the dog. "I wasn't really sure if that was a joke or not?" Willa confesses. "Maybe it didn't come across this way, but I actually wasn't trying to be a boss. I'm not sure that it's really my place to tell the prospects what to do." The finesse of the Dog Park's rules and customs are still new, she's still an outsider, and Willa knew from her conversation with Vic that it was better not to attempt to pull rank on anyone. "They do that? Go find specific things?" It sounds vaguely similar to a fraternity pledge stunt, but she holds her tongue, gesturing to the booth that makes up her sitting and dining room, if Noa plans to stay.