Solarel hears this out in silent patience. Then she snaps her fingers, holds up one talon, and closes the door in Ivy's face.

A few minutes later the door opens again. She smiles as she thrusts a stack of papers into Ivy's arm. Solarel vs The Boatmen of Styx. A lawsuit claiming damages for the inferior product sold to her that failed to disable not one but two enemy mechs. Unconscionable conduct in attempting to bring a barely literate alien into debt-based servitude off the provision of this inferior product. Compensation required for the cost of the heavily modified Bezorel, emotional damages from losing to her destined rival, whiplash. 

She smiles innocently and rolls on her heels a little. She has been Studying, you see. She has learned the secret techniques of Terenian legal combat as the corollary of financial entanglements. She has studied all their greatest lawyers: the blind one, the colourful one, the blonde one. This had taken her [i]days [/i]to put together but she had been preparing for battle against Anglea anyway and she'd needed to be prepared for anything this society could throw at her.

She is honestly quite proud of her work. She doesn't know if this is still part of the battle with Angela but if it is her opponent won't find her wanting on this battlefield either.