[so sorry everyone for being late to the game!! this flu is killing me and as it is, I'm posting this from work.]
Coyote had been downstairs for the majority of the time so far passed, waiting for people to show up, checking her watch, holding the door open and giving instructions when gods did file in. So she was extremely late to the party when she did finally get there. And yes she. In this building, with this organization, her male form was unknown - and she did a very good job pulling off the guise of a former hooker-turned-social worker.
Finally everyone who'd pseudo-RSVPed to this event was upstairs and she instructed the night guard to let anyone else up and she would deal with them when they got there if they hadn't been invited, and made her way to the office. Her office.
There was a certain authority in her steps as she entered the conference room and let the door slam shut behind her, grabbing as much attention as she could. There were female warriors in her cultures, and she looked just like one standing there in her leather pants and oversized tan tunic, rabbit-fur coat draped over an arm. She looked around, surveyed those who'd showed up and then made her way with pronounced, elegant steps over to Quetzalcoatl. Coyote placed a hand on his forearm and glanced up, "Did I miss anything interesting, Tl'iish?"