Having set herself on her task, Bethany didn't allow much of her attention to what the others were doing. She started gathering up the food that had landed on the floor around the fallen vehicle, trying to place it all in a few bags and putting them to the side. There were dry goods as well as perishable goods. Trying to think of a way to keep the things that needed to be refrigerated cold, she wondered if anyone had a box of crate. If it got cold enough to create ice in the stream, she could pack a box with it and maybe be able to keep the food from spoiling.<br/><br/>Having finished collecting everything that was outside the van, she swallowed hard and proceeded the look inside. The dead man lay slumped and slightly mangled. Closing her eyes for a moment, she tried not to gag. Sniffing the air, it didn't seem like there was any smell, except for a strong vinegar scent that upon further examination, was coming from a jar of broken pickles. "Thank God." she murmured and began gathering up the savable food in the van.<br/><br/>It took her a while, but she was finally able to collect and sort everything she found to be usable, setting it all together on the ground. Straightening, she turned, looking back towards the others.