"So," says Bella to Rúmil one afternoon, "a few weeks ago I told myself that if in a few weeks I had not come up with an actually good way to bring up a thing I would just mention it anyway on the grounds that if it came up somehow later and I had not done so that would be weird."
And someone arrives at the Singapore offices of the Ganymede Circle Police, knocks.
Somebody buzzes him in.
"Hi! I'm a representative of the Elven polity of Ambaróna, and we're considering subscribing to the Ganymede Circle Police for management of daeva incidents in our jurisdiction, can I set up a meeting with someone here to discuss that?"
"...you're an Elf? How did you get here?"
"That is among the things that should be discussed in such a meeting."
"...I can get you an appointment with the subscriber manager."
"Thanks so much! I don't have local email set up but you can reach me care of -" Quenya address label - "checked on the half hour."
"...your appointment will be in two hours fifteen minutes."
"Thank you." And he vanishes, goes home and has his day rescheduled, does more reading.
And she goes and cuddles her boyfriend. And tries to keep the Elves from freaking out too bad about this being a prison.
They are so upset.
Maitimo arrives back in Singapore five minutes before his appointment.
The subscription manager is happy to meet with him. And also wants to know how he got there.
"We have interdimensional transit. Interdimensional transit was developed on chiplocked computers and is a well-kept secret, but if it were widely known it is probably not impossible for a determined demon to hunt down and reverse engineer. I have been impressed by Ganymede's commitment to secure procedures and I trust you to take that as seriously as it merits, which is why I'm here alone to discuss daeva security instead of arriving with a diplomatic delegation to formally open relations with Earth."
"...we're accountable to our subscribers."
"I don't mind relevant personnel in each of your star system's governments knowing the whole story, and I don't mind meeting with them, I just would much prefer not to make the news."
"Hopefully the receptionist hasn't already posted about you to Shortform."
"That would be unhelpful, yes."
He checks. "...nothing. I'll, uh, tell her not to."
"I appreciate it. It's possible we'll be able to come up with a worldleaping-daeva mitigation strategy that satisfies everybody and then we can help you more."
"All right. So are you looking to subscribe yourselves or make some other arrangement -?"
"We want to subscribe. We haven't had many incidents but it seems like there are a lot of benefits to having law enforcement be uniform across jurisdictions, and at the moment there are a lot of problems arising from the GCP's handling of cases from our world without any kind of jurisdiction agreement, which I think could be most straightforwardly avoided if we subscribed."
"We don't have a system set up to hear about incidents in your jurisdiction yet except the, ah, big public safety one."
"That is the one which has spawned all the problems, yes. You don't have jurisdiction or enough information to try the case."
"How do you mean?"