Xander smiled at that. "Meter? Anyway, yer in room 69. Corporation row, eh? Nice. Anywho, I'm Alexander, Xander tae all and sundry round here. Hope yeh enjoy yer room, come see me if ye need anything else." He took another drag of his cigarette and flicked the thing into the old fireplace, smiling slightly.<br/><br/>"So, Nikkie... French? Never been there but me dear old mother tells me some horror stories 'bout the country." He smiled broadly reaching into a bag for a bottle of good Scottish Whiskey and two tumblers. "This is only seventy years old, but I'm roughin' it a bit this year. Woul' you like a wee drop?"