Same old Coyote, he's just happy to have a warm body on his lap, although if anyone stands the chance of being treated more like a little sister and less like a one-night stand, it's Silver Fox. Swirling the remaining beer around in the bottom of the bottle, he salutes Raven with it as he slides into the booth and sits by Onatah. It doesn't escape Coyote's notice that she lights up (and lightens up) at that, forgetting her reservation and actually giving him a smile, and he grins a little at Raven before it's split with the neck of the bottle he puts back between his lips. It's been a while since last he chased Raven with the intention of eating him, but Coyote still has a way of putting all his teeth on display that can only be considered friendly if your one other friend is a crocodile. "Do I get a bird's-eye view tour of the city, or does my welcome not extend that far?"
He sets the bottle down; it makes a hollow sound, empty. The waitress gets waved over so he can order another, and she, like the setting, is very white Southern, looking unkindly down her nose at all of them as she jots down the order on her notepad, then tucks it back into her apron and hustles off.
"Rainbow's not coming, then?" Coyote wrinkles his nose, blowing out a put-upon breath through his teeth and chuckling out the side of his mouth. "Guess I'll just have to find her myself. That girl makes me do all the legwork." Unwinding in his seat with the company he knows best, he looks tan and healthy and not an ounce new here, although the next words out of his mouth are a reminder that he really can't see everything, his brief stint as a celestial object aside. "Now, which one of you is going to fill me in on who did what while I was gone? I hear tell New York's turned into a hotspot for deities and their drama. Surprised it isn't one big crater by now, actually."