"T'Mir, be serious," says one of the Vulcans. He's probably not the one Lalita may be about to fight; that's probably the young man over there in the corner, who isn't in as bad shape as Isabella is but appears to be coming up on his own little problem. It's not entirely clear whether this was how he'd have chosen to resolve it. "V'Ler is -"

"It's my right, I am claiming it," Isabella hisses through gritted teeth, "if my sa-kugalsu will champion me against your - your breeding program."