"I assume my Amentan email accounts are not present on this computer, how will I receive your email?"

"There's one set up under your name." He shows her.

Nod.

He leaves.

She opens up her email account and figures out the interface and goes to see if alien drama is more interesting now she can understand the language.

In an alien legal drama aliens fight to make their government pay reparations to the recently-resurrected people it massacred a hundred years earlier. Alien police procedural is still on; the alien cops agonize over whether to burn through one of their scarce forensics requests to nail down a murderer who seems to be murdering dying people knowing their insurance will pay their resurrections if they die by murder.

The greys similarly find themselves arrested and given a hearing.

Do they get to stick together or are they split up?

Separate rooms in the same prison. It's not the one the senator's in.

They go find each other in fairly short order.

Their prison has a basketball court in a courtyard. The planet has rings; they're visible in the sky. The prison staffperson is pink-skinned and brown-haired but could otherwise pass for Amentan.

At least it's not brown-skinned and pink-haired.

...they send one of their number to talk to the staffperson.

"Hi! I'm Buthux, this is the Mlenot Correctional Facility. Can I help you out?"

"...I don't know, can you? Is this where we, uh, go to our course on illegal orders the - other alien mentioned -"

" - uh, so, technically you get a trial. Though if you want to skip that, you or your attorney can tell the judge 'look, I'm from this place where if someone says 'kidnap those aliens!' you haven't got a whole lot of choice about it, can I do a course on illegal orders and move someplace where I won't be given illegal orders and call it even and keep this off my record?' and I can't imagine the judge would turn that down. Is that something you want?"

"...we have families, we don't want to just disappear on them."

"Okay. So this afternoon in about an hour you get a hearing, and at that hearing you get a lawyer, and that lawyer's job is to figure out how to get you what you want out of this whole situation - so, make deals with the judge for you, make sure your family can access visitation and sue for easier access to visitation if they're having a hard time getting here, make sure you know what to tell the court. And your lawyer will be able to figure this out with you, okay?"

"Do we all get our own lawyers?"

"Yes. So does, uh, the blue lady - sorry, I read the file but I can't pronounce the names - anyway, each of you get a lawyer. Sometimes it happens that, like, what's in your interest is to cut a deal where you testify against someone else in exchange for going home, and the lawyer would not be able to do his job right for both of you."

"Oh."

Buthux raises a questioning bushy eyebrow.

"Where would we move to if we did want to move somewhere?"

"There are a lot of planets, what's important to you? Weather? Urban? Rural? Locals who look like you? Jobs?"

"...I don't know what the range is."

"Well, as far as weather goes, there are places that are all underwater and the locals are octopi. You could get morph and shapeshift into an octopus and go live there but you probably wouldn't want to. There's, like, Jotunheim, which is never much above the freezing point of carbon dioxide - did that translate, that one's fifty-fifty whether it translates -"

"...uh, it translated but I don't know what the freezing point of carbon dioxide is."