Crowley is decidedly Not Participating. At first, anyway. Because this is a lot of things in his head, and Stupid is one of them. Look at them all, acting like this is a community, like this is actually a town and not some incredible blasphemy of nature. They're all dead and yet here they are, trying to act like a welcoming committee and a school and anything will make it right.

He slouches against several chairs, taking up more room than he actually should, because he can.

"So, while everyone's busy getting comfortable here, I'm assuming there are people who want to form plans to leave? Do those people get a say, or are we just going to act like we're staying here in spook-town forever? Or, at least, until the great big Lighthouse Keeper in the sky decides to reset us all?"

In his defense, he just got here, he's still learning how things work.