At any other time, this might be embarrassing, but storm-fox Jack doesn't really have a lot of shame. Well, really, regular Jack doesn't either. Still! "The big blue van! Kind of round-looking! That way!" He holds up a forepaw to point.

Yes, he talks still. And after meeting John and Serph, with next to no understanding of modern technology or terminology, he's not going to assume she knows what a van is, hence the description.

It's really not far, parked right at the big open garage doors, where he'd been affixing its protective plating. The protective plating is probably the only reason it hasn't been picked up by the storm. It's big and heavy and not going anywhere. Hopefully.