Surprisingly or unwittingly Coyote had lucked out.  She had been more a heifer then like a stealth like ninja, crossing over.    Regardless the outcome is she with the others now await their comrade up top and his signal.    Coyote would look to the other two.    Her gaze linger at Rave for a moment,  she give her a knowing grin.   Perhaps of something shared between the two women.   Then turn her attention back to awaiting Aryl.