An Elf pulls a notepad and pen out of her bag and starts writing something in pretty, loopy Quenya.

Datna raises an eyebrow and doesn't try to stop her.

After a few minutes she puts the notepad away. 

Elves start singing.

"..that's very nice but perhaps we could get to the point."

"We're not going to give you more information because you threatened us," one of the Elves says. 

"That'd be terrible incentives, wow."

"I have no intention of harming you."

"Oh, good."

Singing.

"But perhaps you would care to explain who sent you."

They apparently do not care to.

Datna persists in asking.

Datna is ignored. 

After about half an hour there is a pop and another Elf is standing there. Golden-haired. 

"Your grace," says Mólie.

"Can you not. And do you want a ride home?"

"That sounds lovely."

"- how did you -"

"I teleported. Was there some kind of misunderstanding you want to straighten out."

"They said they wanted to help with food and explain where they came from and I was trying to make that happen."

"Ah huh. You've been here longer," he says to the Elves, "but what I'm inclined to do is file a strongly worded complaint with their government, demanding extradition -"

      "This is their government. They haven't got a - more governing - government."

"Which is sort of admirable in a way but not if you use it to kidnap people. Demanding extradition of just these people in the room or was anyone else involved -"

     "We didn't see anyone else."

Datna grinds her teeth slightly.

He waits a little in case she wants to apologize or something.

Instead she wants to name another senator as a conspirator.

A grey says, "Um."

"Yes?"

"What's going on?"

He makes a face. "There are aliens. There are lots of aliens. Trillions and trillions of them, in fact. There's - you know I don't actually do this for a living, Mólië -"

               "There is an intergalactic consortium called Vanda Nossëo, of which our nation is a member, which does humanitarian work and mutual aid and defense pacts and things like that, among the species of the universe. We have more than four hundred member planets. We are here to explain all of this and more to Calado, but not to the first person in Calado to kidnap us, that seems like it makes sure the information ends up in the worst possible hands. When you kidnapped us my colleague requested extraction. I - guess his grace was free and wanted to stop by personally -"

"I said not to bother with titles -"

              "I can't just call you your name, my lord!"

"Sure you can."

             "Tyelcormo decided to stop by personally to take us home. And it's very bad form to kidnap people so we need to make it clear to everyone in Calado that even if you don't have laws or whatever, you can't kidnap the citizens and subjects of Vanda Nossëo nations. It won't work and you'll always get in trouble for it. ...Tyelcormo is waiting around in case anyone wants to apologize for kidnapping us - or mention co-conspirators, I guess - or give us information that we'd need about how to handle the situation. Like, I don't know, if sending that letter would spark a civil war or get innocent people killed somehow it'd be appropriate to inform us of that. ...uh, we have lie detection, it's playing right now quieter than your hearing."

"...playing?" says another grey.

"I think the details of how it works should probably be among the things we do not tell the kidnappers. Though if someone wants to test it by making a buncha claims, some true and some not, that'd be fine."