<span style="font-style: italic">Aye</span>, thought Genevieve,<span style="font-style: italic">he is surely drunken, it seems. Or perhaps indeed sick. Maybe my powers can be a balm to him, though.</span><br/><br/>She extended her paw and shook. "Genevieve Hounds at your service, good sir Caleb", she greeted in her normal calm tone. "Perhaps rail-sick may be a good way to describe yourself, or rather, how about the clinical term 'motion-sick'? ...at any rate, I can see you are not well. May I be of any service?"<br/><br/>She was unsure of what Caleb believed, yet she hoped he might accept a little bit of hypnosis from the psychic's powers to ease his motion-sickness. Otherwise, she would try to help him find some sort of medication on-train.