"That's quite alright, it would have been quicker and less, well, invasive, but...hmm, actually, let me see if I can..."

DZ might or might not be able to notice the subtle wash of telekinetic-ness over her internals, but she does probably notice Diana either shaping the plating to fit, or storing it back away, depending on what she finds in there.

...Incidentally, if there are any parts that need replacing, repairing, or other maintenance, Diana figures she may as well set up to do those too.

Still, she's going to clear it with DZ first.

"...also, are you - alright?  You keep...pausing, is the best I can explain it, and I'm a little bit worried that that means I'm somehow getting something snarled, and I don't want to do that.  I don't want to hurt you any more than I want to hurt Deskyl.  Which, incidentally, means that I absolutely kriffing refuse to do or allow to be done anything like a memory wipe.  For both of your sakes.  In case I haven't gone over that already.  ...Could probably get R4 to help make sure of that; even the stock autopilot's capable enough when you're flying a proper hyperlane."

"I'm fine, ma'am. Master Deskyl has already adjusted my settings so that I won't go for regular memory wipes; I expect she'd appreciate them being made impossible if that's an option."

DZ is put together somewhat oddly; her central processor is low in her abdomen, away from her center of mass, and there's an unusual amount of redundancy in the actuators that let her move, apparently to allow her to stay more functional if her limbs are damaged. She also has modified couplers to make it easier to replace her limbs and head. It's probably still possible to add armor to her, but it'll be a significantly more involved upgrade than it would be for most droids, to fit it in around all the extra parts.

"R4's good at his job.  I don't know the specifics of what he does to accomplish this, but it changes the regions wiped by a memory wipe to be the null bit, which is always empty and should always be empty, so that whoever tries to wipe you even sees it succeed when it in fact did nothing whatsoever.  ...DZ, I am not actually convinced that you are fine, but I don't want to - just casually overrun your boundaries.  That's bad.  I'm not inherently entitled to know stuff about you, especially anything that you're clearly trying to avoid talking about.  At the same time, I'm worried about you?  Worried for you.  Would it be easier to talk to R4 about whatever this is instead?  He won't tell me anything you don't want him to, but - I need to know if whatever is going on might blow up on me when something dangerous is happening, and we're going to all be in a possibly quite dangerous situation pretty soon, DZ."

"I don't expect it to cause any problems during the mission, ma'am. My line of droids is designed not to have opinions, and not to notice them when we do have them, so when you ask for my opinion about something that I haven't already thought about it takes me a moment to figure it out."

"...That's.  Force preserve, that - how - why - what void-addled mind - ghaa.  Sometimes I want to dangle the people who design droid personalities from a balcony by their ankles until they stop doing things like this.  If you're going to make a person, don't then proceed to - cripple their personhood; just make something that's not a person if you want not-people, kriff.  ...I can ask R4 if he's capable of unblocking that.  Would you prefer me to?"

"No ma'am." No pause at all; if anything she's unusually fast with it.

"...Was that a compelled answer?"

"No ma'am. I'm better at my work this way, and that's important to me."

Diana nods.  "Then so shall it be.  You ready for the core armor installation process?  Shouldn't take long.  I could theoretically do it while you're awake, actually.  Though I imagine that would be...somewhat distressing."

"I should let Master Deskyl know before I'm shut down, ma'am."

"Very reasonable.  It won't take more than a few minutes either way; I'm good with mechanisms, and while I haven't done this particular operation on your specific model of droid before, you are still made of the same parts.  It transfers.  You'll have a slightly-different center of mass afterwards; R4 can help you recalibrate if needed, he's good at drivers."

"Yes ma'am; thank you." She goes to let Deskyl know; it only takes a minute.

And a few minutes pass, and droid surgery is done, and DZ-12Q wakes up with a new armored core!

Good!

She can more or less compensate for the changed center of balance but a recalibration is certainly a good idea; she thanks Diana again and goes to ask R4.

"I'm glad I was able to help you, DZ.  You've been very helpful, and this increases your potential chance to be helpful in the future."

R4's still minding the ship, but he whistles Even the basic autopilot can't crash on this route, so there's nothing you're actually distracting me from, when he notices DZ's shown up.  You need to get your drivers recalibrated, then?  Now is a good time.

Yes please. She sits and opens the relevant port.

And R4 jacks into that relevant port!  And the anti-memory-wipe?

I'm sure my Sith will want it but I should still ask first.

Can't hurt to be sure.  There anything on your mind?

Your human was mad about my programming.

She does that a lot.  She doesn't like seeing people constrained by... outside forces' demands, like how restraining bolts work, and she thinks of us as people in that way.

It doesn't feel like an outside force.

If you're looking for a good metaphor to explain this to her, I'd suggest Force analogies, but I'm not sure even those are entirely guaranteed.

I don't think she's necessarily mad at your programming, as much as she's mad at your programmers.  She tends to find the oddest edge cases, and if she hasn't thought into existence a hypothetical situation where the ability to do whatever she found out you couldn't would matter to your ability to complete core directives by now, I'd be surprised.

DZ makes a mildly rude noise. I'm not her droid.