Alex nodded to Elz. "Got it." He slid the safety back on his pistol, and slipped the pistol into the back of his waistband, where it would be accesible, but difficult for the man to grab if he were not as dead as Elz believed him to be. Carefully, Alex advanced on the van, and gave the driver a brief look-over to see if there were any obvious wounds. He felt the man for a pulse, and checked to see if he felt warm or not - the dog's skull gave him serious concern as to how permanent death was. As he inspected the man, he prepared himself mentally to jump out of the way if things turned odd.