"...that I find the conditions acceptable?"

"If, say, your species can't survive without at least a hundred miles of readily accessible wilderness, or if for religious reasons you need all your food prepared by a certified spiritual practitioner, or if you require a single-sex facility..."

"..."

"Obviously if there's anything urgent you can let me know right now, but the hearing will cover it."

She sighs.

 "There's a queue to set what's on the big TV but there's a smaller one in your room!" Janet says, returning to the board game she is playing.

She goes back to her room.

There's a big monitor and an unfamiliar keyboard, or it does voice commands, and she can browse Dasaer internet and television.

She pokes around a little.

Locals look like Amentans with rubber foreheads; planet suffered an ecological disaster a hundred years back and since then they've mostly lived underground and on their moons, which doesn't bother them as much as it bothers Amentans (but they still asked for a massive planet cleanup for their Vanda Nossëo membership perk.) Now the planet's lovely and habitable and they're moving back above ground. There are like six billion of them. Dasaer Correctional Facility holds some people who blew up some buildings trying to prevent the membership vote and a couple people who used ambassadorial jobs as cover for smuggling some prohibited substance. The member planet gets 18,000 resurrections, which they distribute to the citizens who died the youngest, and 7,000 immortality necklaces a year, which they auction. 

What's the TV like.

Rubber-forehead alien police procedural! Rubber-forehead alien sports! (Lots of those!) Rubber-forehead alien docudrama! Rubber-forehead alien local news! Rubber-forehead alien presidential debate!

...she can't understand the language. She watches rubber-forehead-alien sports.

Eventually someone stops by with a meal! It is an exact replica of a meal served in an upscale Calado restaurant.

...that's sort of weird but okay. She eats it, if they wanted her harmed they could probably do that without poisoning her food.

The food is unpoisoned. In the morning Janet knocks on her door.

Datna groans and gets up. "What?"

"Someone is here to escort you to your hearing!"

Datna opens the door.

Person is yet another species and in a trim unfamiliar uniform. "Ready to go?"

"If I said I had an urgent hair appointment would you believe me?"

"...I wouldn't disbelieve you - we get all kinds here - but I would not take you to the hair appointment."

"I am ready to go unless I'm meant to be offered breakfast first."

"There's a coffee place at the courthouse." Pop. Now they are in a different building with elaborate alien architecture and lots of people. Person points at the coffee shop. It has a short line. "It's free, one of those weird Elf places."

"I can't read the menu."