Those greys were not making endorsed decisions and this green doesn't work with them and they won't torture any aliens.

They have only the green's word for that.

They are going in circles. Do they have any ideas about how to stop going in circles?

The Amentans could learn that torture is bad?

The Amentans understand that torture is bad.

Not enough, apparently.

This is part of the circle they are stuck in.

It's kind of hard to avoid having circles when the guards aren't stupid and the Amentans torture people!

They are going to stop.

They have only the green's word for that. And are only guards.

So how would it even break the circle if the aliens decided that Amentans do as he claims understand that torture is bad?

It probably wouldn't. Oh well.

The green goes away to confer with some other locals for a while.

Another batch of aliens appear in the infirmary. They converse with the injured ones and then all of them vanish.

They have video of that too.

They decide to wait a week in case aliens come back of their own accord.

In six days, another batch of aliens arrives.

One is probably a queen--she has the same definitively female figure that the red-haired one did. Her hair is black with golden streaks. She is accompanied by forty gender-ambiguous workers, some of them holding swords, some of them holding weird contraptions that might or might not be weapons, some of them carrying bags, and five tall slender consorts.

The street is full of bustling pedestrians and a skinny delivery vehicle. There are startled shouts and some people take pictures.

The queen glances at pedestrians and turns her eyes back to the building, inspecting it.

It is a tall glassy building with an ambulance bay to the side and a regular entrance into a lobby in the front. It has bridges from some upper stories to adjacent buildings.

She, the consorts, and as many workers as will fit enter the lobby.

The people in the lobby are confused and many seem injured or sick and are being looked after by orange haired locals.

The queen looks around and walks out again, followed by as many of her people had entered.

Someone has called in someone official; a vehicle festooned with lights and sirens screams onto the block and the translator green hops out. It is followed by a small convoy. "Excuse me! Please get in these cars and come with me so as to not block the street."

The aliens inspect the cars. How many of them will fit in each one?

Three, or two in the car with the green.