Scott steps out of the van.  He seems, at first blush, a quiet, meditative sort of individual, not one easily prone to outbursts of anger.  As Dr. Munigant pores over the map, he stares out toward the forest, noting the cars and the absence of life.<br/><br/>He takes no action, staring woodenly at the scenery with his hands in his pockets, not bothering to initiate the conversation unless spoken to.