...Diana is almost shocked, but...she does move to the chair that's next to Deskyl.

Then she can have Deskyl's arm around her shoulders, and a kiss on the cheek.

...

She's not hallucinating this.

She's not hallucinating this?

She's not hallucinating this?

She's practically adrift on a sea of poorly-understood emotions, but...there's happiness.  Wow.

Yeah, that sounds about right.

Deskyl doesn't escalate, aside from petting Diana's hair a little bit. But she doesn't seem in a hurry to leave, either.

...Diana is having a religious experience.  Especially with the hair-petting.  Force preserve her, she's smitten.

Or possibly she's been smote?

Words are not important while the hairpetting continues to happen!

...Wow.

"R4 don't you dare," she mumbles, with barely any heat.

She's a bit busy with experiencing whatever this experience is, to have room for grumpiness.

Deskyl giggles a bit, but doesn't stop petting.

Diana beams happily at hearing Deskyl giggle!  That's a goodsound!

This gets her another peck on the cheek.

!!!!!

Beam!  Hug!  Maybe even...also cheekpeck?  This is so nice!

Deskyl does not object to Also Cheekpeck. Hairpetting and hugs continue.

Eventually Diana might actually regain capacity for reasoned thought.  Eventually.

In the meantime...she is one very melty gay mess.

That's fine, Deskyl's got nowhere to be.

Eventually, though:

    "Was there anything you wanted to get done this morning, ma'am?"

"...R4?"

Breeble breeble breeble glonk.

"....As much as I wish that I could just...

"...that felt really nice...

"I do have some tasks to do."

Diana pouts at entropy, as if that will stop it.

"And I should probably finish the various bits of tinkering..."

She regretfully probably has to stop getting pets for this, which is the saddest part.

One last scritch, and Deskyl stops.

    "She says she'll still be here later, ma'am."

"That's really good."

Human vocal cords, and most near-human vocal cords are not optimized for purring.  This doesn't stop her.

That's really cute.

Deskyl considers for a moment, and sends DZ to get her embroidery kit and the shirt she was rescued in, which she's adding a starburst motif to the sleeves of.

Diana, meanwhile, is going to - well first there are chores but after that - tinker!

The triple-shot blaster idea isn't bad but she could block it without even straining using just one of her sabers for most shot configurations and getting the geometry right for the others probably would be a massive pain that's still not not worth doing, maybe a pattern that's more like the inevitable stylization of birds in flight instead of an equilateral triangle; spread out, but no, the more effective solution is to simply add more bolts, so that's what she's going to do, she can go to...nine, that should actually allow her to work with what she's already built, plus defeat any single Jedi's ability to saber-block without having two of her blue saber, which is just not something anyone does since at that point it's so much more likely that they'd get in your way than solve problems; they shouldn't actually need to be more than a couple shots but let's see how much ammunition she can fit in, and if the design requires the Force to use that's probably actually all to the better at this particular moment because it preserves Force-user advantage over random assholes trying to kill them, though long-term that's probably not actually good, in a kind society, to have people who're immune to consequences wandering around, hmm...It can wait til later.  World's on fire right now.

Hours later, she comes out of her workshop for lunch!

"Hey Deskyl, want to help test this?  It's kitted with training blasters because I do keep the hardware around just in case I find a stray Padawan, and I could do this myself but I want to see if it's good for others to use too, y'know?"

    "She says 'sure', ma'am."

The firing range is this way, then, now here's how you shoot this thing!  ...and Diana is jumping into the actual "range" part?  "Figure that if we want to test this, we should test it against a target as close to realistic as possible, so...Unless you have any objections?"

(It seems Diana has training sabers, because if they're going through with this, she ignites them; they're a pale yellow characteristic of the type, but in her preferred blade shapes.)

Deskyl makes a face when she lights the training sabers.

"What's wrong?  I don't want to carve up the ship."