"Howdy ho there." She gives him a grin before taking another slurp of coffee, successfully getting the liquid low enough beneath the rim to no longer be a hazard. As much as she enjoys being a coyote, the diet leaves much to be desired. Granted, this diner wasn't doing human food any favors.

"The coffee ain't bad, though," she adds. "Though not sure this place is much of a step up from the cemetery." She points her thumb at a sign on the wall depicting a cartoon of a sleepy dog holding a cup of coffee. There's text over the dog that reads: 'Coffee: because murder is wrong.'