"Well that's an interesting job title." He takes him at his word, because what is there to doubt? He doesn't know his origin really. Not human. He also doesn't know if that's a metaphor or he's an actual spiritual presence for the dead. Though he's reasoning they're in some matrix like environment where everyone is wearing cool leather coats and speaking witty American one-liners before shooting everything.

"You're not much of a coach if that's what you believe. Humans are capable of more evil than some can conceive but... oh... so much mercy." He strokes the chicken's head. "So much kindness. Compassion. I've learned a lot from them. And it's because of them that I didn't kill this chicken and gave it a fighting chance to be something better. Though given its nature... Who knows."

He glances at the chicken, then back to the man.

"I'm the Doctor, by the way. Nice to meet you. You don't suppose there's a giant chicken wrangler somewhere around here? I'd hate to leave it lying around."