Kol may be fresh off the ferry, but it's not his first rodeo with being dead. Fortunately for him, it never seems to stick. This is the first time he's died and had a mission tasked to him before he's even had a chance to get a haircut.

Today, he's wearing a white shirt that at least fits. Arms crossed against his chest, he arches his brow as he regards them. (He's set aside being caught up in the fact one of them is a robot for now. Sorry, Daylight.) Look, it's not a bad idea, but as someone who has been on the outs of a "committee" despite his best efforts to be included, he's not for groups taking leadership over others. In fact, he's never liked authority at all.

"A committee?" By the tone of his voice, he's not quite agreeable to it, but he's not argumentative either. "Say we agree to a committee. How many people will be on this committee? How will the committee be created? What will govern this committee? Do we really need a leader when we should all have common sense?"