Late at Night, Residential Road

The driver doesn't respond to the adventurer's queries, though the door is unlocked and can be opened with some difficulty- the door swings open, and isn't really designed to be a hatch like this.

Now the door's open, the driver can be seen quite clearly. He's a man in his late twenties, with skin tanned by the sun, brown hair and his eyes are closed. He's smacked his head on the steering wheel, and the vehicle doesn't have an airbag. There's blood spilling from a cut just above his eye. He's wearing an odd black jumpsuit with some strange nodules on it, especially at the joints of the limbs, and there's a little box at his waist with some buttons on it.

Wild Mike's

"I've not worked wi' him afore, he looks weedy. Th' other chap do not. But... Has anyone checked out th' back, ensured it all be safe back there?" Now Malady's mentioned it, Frigate's wondering if he should. Tarim might be a distraction, to keep eyes on the front rather than the back. "Aye, I'll go wi' ye. Make sure there's no intruders or what not about." He'll turn to follow Malady to the changing rooms and other parts of the building.