Caleb attempted to spin around as the voice rang out from behind him, but in his condition the motion more closely resembled a twisting fall.  He slumped against the wall to steady himself, and eyed the new presence in the corridor with some surprise and a great deal of curiosity.  Her features - for the figure was quite obviously female - appeared to be taken in more or less equal portions from a human being and some type of animal - a fox or wolf, by the looks of it.  She was, he noted, not completely unattractive despite the grey fur that covered her body.  Caleb extended his hand in greeting.<br/><br/>"Normally I'm Caleb Chisholm," he said amiably, "but today, I'm seasick."  He stopped and pondered for a moment.  "No, that can't be right," he decided.  "Would land-sick be the proper term?"