"- what kind of trouble are we in?" asks the first grey.

"Does Calado in fact not have laws." 

       "I think they might have, like, 'do what important people say' as a law, at least in practice?"

"That's terrible."

       "We shouldn't be judgmental of other cultures."

"No, that's just terrible. Uh, the courts take into account what sentencing is considered appropriate for the species - I assume there are some countries here where kidnapping is against the law -"

"...it wasn't obviously a kidnapping. To us," says a grey. "Somebody says go get a ship that seems plausibly something else."

"Yeah she's going to be in more trouble than you," he says, nodding at the senator. "By a lot. What else could it have been exactly."

"- invasion, spies, arrest -"

Sigh. "So then they'll probably just make you take the class on illegal orders and maybe encourage you to move somewhere that has laws and lawful procedures."

"...we can't move, nobody'll swap into Calado."

 "So, I seriously don't do diplomacy - I breed and fly giant winged firebreathing lizards, that is how much I don't do diplomacy - but there are like two hundred forty Vanda Nossëo member states that accept immigrants and if you'd want to leave you could just make friends in illegal orders class and then go home with them."

"...okay."

"What about our families -"

"They can come too? By 'no one will swap into Calado' am I to take it that the other countries on this planet suck less?"

"...haven't really traveled..."

"We've got a bad reputation but I assume everyone's got problems up close and we just don't have good - PR -"

Nod. "Okay. Well. Our courts don't want to ruin anyone's life. People need to know that you will regret trying to kidnap and coerce our citizens, but they will take into account that you could not, actually, have known that, and you didn't hurt anyone, so you're almost certainly not going to go to jail. Not talking to you," he adds to the senator, offhandedly. "If you need to reach us for some reason you can write things on any of the pieces of paper on this notepad and we'll see them, okay?" He takes the notepad from one of the other Elves. It has a line of pretty Quenya at the top. He hands it to a grey.

...grey takes it.

Elves disappear.

...well then.

Meanwhile a different group of three Elves request permission to land in Yvalta.

Where in Yvalta would they like to land?

Spaceport, but they plan to make an announcement to the media in a public location and would prefer somewhere where they won't be impeded in reaching one.

The spaceport is the province of House Ylanta, which would be pleased to welcome them.

And not impede them talking to everybody? They really do not want to be impeded in that.

They can go on public television if they like.

It'll do. They land.

They are welcomed by solicitous purples who want to know if they need anything and guarded by outward-facing greys and greeted by a blue.

They're just here to make the announcement and then answer questions! 

Well, there is a journalism team ready for them over there!