You wake up, rested

You yawn as you open your eyes to the darkness of the van you had fallen asleep in. The van isn't moving, so it's likely they left you in the back to avoid waking you up. As you open the doors, you see that dawn is breaking and your two new buddies are sat around a mediocre campfire cooking breakfast. Dean notices you first, waving for you to come and sit by the fire. You oblige, slumping down onto the leaves and twigs making up the majority of the ground beneath your feet. You spot a scoped rifle leaning on a tree behind Gaz.
This is the first real look at both of the men. Gaz stands at around 6'0 tall, with a thick black beard and pale white skin. He's about forty years old. Dean is a little younger, maybe mid-thirties and stands at around 5'8 and is cleanly shaven, though you can't tell if he has hair on his head due to a camouflage cap. He too is pale, and neither of them are very thin.
"Thanks for uh.. picking me up back there." you say nervously.
"No problem, lass." Gaz says; he also has a Scottish accent, so you assume that they knew each other before this. There are three cans of soup on a metal tray held slightly above the fire to warm.
"Have a can if yer' hungry. What's your name by the way, lass? If you don't mind me asking." Gaz continues.