Mandalorian armor huh? She had heard of it before, even seen a select few higher up soldiers wear the stuff. Supposedly it was extremely durable, meant to fend off even lightsabers themselves. Even in her years of trading she had never gotten her hands on the stuff and now she was being told she would just be given a suit of it? She didn't know whether to be thankful or disgusted at the kind of freedom over such precious materials that this Sith had, even if she had stated herself as the second most powerful and feared being in the known universe. Even so, she heard the words of Null spoken loud and clear, as though she had peered into her thoughts and seen her desire for eventual revenge. Despite her hatred for the only two known Sith, Lianna suspected the lure of the dark side of the force was powerful. She had felt the overwhelming anger and despair that they used as weapons. She did not know if she could resist such a pull, neither did she care. People often thought her nothing more than a meagre child, lost and alone. But she was about to rise above all that, even if it meant embracing all the darkness and chaos of the Sith ways.

There was a distinct and heavy thunk as the ship made its landing and the ever increasing volume of peons doing their work and commanders ordering them about. Wherever they were stopping off they had clearly arrived.
"I understand." she replied softly but firmly, though she continued to speak despite knowing what she was about to say would likely have consequences. "Besides, I'll look forward to such a fight. You'd look make a good trophy curled up at my feet on the throne as my pet."
She gave Null the smallest of smirks despite knowing she'd be made to pay for such a comment.
"I want to rest before you beat me every which way during whatever hell you'll call training. I hope there's something resembling a bed on whatever transport is taking us to Mandalore."