Diana places them in her "to-read" box; right now she's busy helping R4 not crash or she'd be jumping on them.  "Thank you, DZ, Deskyl."

    "Master Deskyl says that she should talk to you about how she intends to act around other Sith before you get there, ma'am, though it's not otherwise urgent."

A few minutes pass, and Diana unplugs her arm from R4.  "Alright, we're back on the hyperlanes; you mentioned acting?"

    "Yes ma'am. Hostage-taking and other tactics that take advantage of emotional connection to expose weakness are common among Sith; it will be safest for her to act as though she doesn't care about you, to avoid suggesting that such a tactic might work. Ideally you would do the same."

"Ah, the no-attachment hardliners are an institutional trauma response.  That makes far, far too much sense.  Alright, noted.  ...So what is our fictitious relationship then?"

    "She says that tenuous allies would be safest in that regard, ma'am. Suggesting that one of you has control over the other also works but she finds it annoying to have someone try to tempt her to leave a situation she's not unhappy with."

"...We could always cast me as the minion."  It's not like she'd feel out of place in the role, even!  "I do a somewhat decent Mandalorian impression for people who don't know them very well.  But yes, tenuous allies...any particular story you think would be good for why that, just in case it's needed?"

    "She says that the most obvious one is that she's hired, or perhaps deceived, a mercenary into helping her get revenge on her master and his associates, ma'am; she's not sure whether the people you'll be interacting with will be familiar with mandalorians."

"I can work with that; 'hired' makes more sense to me but if deceived feels right in the moment then we should go for that."

    "Yes ma'am."

"...Now hold on a second, that's backwards!"  Diana giggles.  "But seriously, if I'm trying to pass as a minion, calling me ma'am in the field is probably not right, unless that's...a Thing for the sort of droid you are, DZ?  I don't know as much as I'd like to, about - how you are and how you want to be."

"Class three droids call everyone sir or ma'am or kessen, ma'am."

"...I see."  For some reason, that has Diana absolutely fuming.

"Well, if you ever find yourself wishing to say something else instead, for instance my name, then please don't feel obligated to ma'am me regardless, DZ.  At the same time, if it's what you prefer to do, then please don't stop doing it for my sake; you should be how you want to be."

There's a brief but noticeable pause before DZ answers. "Yes ma'am."

Deskyl observes this thoughtfully for a moment before signing again.

    "She says that in either case it will be safer for me if I pretend to be unremarkable where any Sith might see me."

"Yes, that's, unfortunately reasonable.  But when we're not around Sith.  Then, what I said stands."

No pause, this time. "Yes ma'am."

"Alright, R4, you can take this from here, right?"

Duh.

"Then we should prep for the mission; we're not that far from the crash site."

Diana heads directly to the armory when she leaves the flight deck.  She spends time in there every so often, because maintenance is important, but now, she's preparing herself for a fight.

"Deskyl, DZ, comms; DZ, I have some spare plating that I could armor your core with if you trust me to do it, that time will be going spare anyway.  Deskyl, I think you should probably wear a mask; I have a few spares that ought to fit, we're actually remarkably similarly shaped - I bet you could wear my armor, even, with a bit of adjustment, but that's really kriffing heavy so it's probably only going to get in your way in the field, especially since you don't really have the training.  Would you benefit from having masks with heat-vision or magnifiers in?"

Even as Diana talks, objects are swirling around in her telekinetic grip; it looks to mostly be grenade bandoliers, a couple shoulder-mounted missile packs, and...that's a very big slugthrower.

Deskyl tosses DZ a comm, and starts looking through the masks, though she doesn't settle on one before moving on to take a look at the plating, which she turns over to DZ before going back to the masks, eventually picking two, a silvery one with geometric gunmetal accents and a plainer steel one, both with magnifiers.

    "Master Deskyl would like to know if it will be okay for her to make aesthetic modifications to one of those masks, ma'am."

"Oh, yes, certainly, these get their looks updated every so often anyway, they're disposable pseudoidentities."

    "She says thank you, ma'am. And Master Deskyl isn't sure whether these plates will work with my deign, but she'd like you to check, please."

Deskyl goes off to tinker with the masks.

Diana blinks at DZ.  "Is that also what you want?"

This question elicits another odd pause. "Yes ma'am."

"Do you have your blueprints handy?  Having them will help."

    "I'm sorry, ma'am, but I don't."