"Allison, Allison Dubois. And who did you get your directions from? We haven't had a hotel down this way in a very long time," Allison thought and shrugged. "But, yes, you're only a block a way. Very simple to get there from here."
Allison took a long drag off her cigarette and held back the cough that started to work its way up, tickling her throat. She was again reminded why smoking was so bad for her.
"Declan? Interesting name. Irish isn't it?" Allison said attempting some small talk as they walked.