It was a good thing lieutenant Uhura wasn't a gossip for she encounters plenty of dirt on her fellow crewmates on a near daily basis, its one of the things that makes her job so frustrating. After it is one thing to discover that your best friend's boyfriend is cheating but hell to keep silent about it. As rewarding and exciting as her job is sometimes she can't help but wish she wasn't stuck with that stupid confidentiality clause.
After all it is tough having to listen to all out going communications without going mad reading every boring Starfleet report to make sure there are no errors. Personal communications are a little trickier as it's hard to watch to hours of Chekov talking mushy to his girlfriend and be able to face him properly later. To make matters worse every so often the machinery manages to pick up snippets of conversations happening across the ship, often from private quarters. Picking up heavy breathing and piercing moans used to seem terrible, but that was before the words "Oh my God, the floor's immaculate. Lie down you hot goblin!" became permanently etched into her brain.
Break over Uhura adjusts her earpiece, only to hear the upset voice of Scotty yell "Keenser for the last time I'm the one that wears the kilt in this relationship!" as something smashes in the background. "Ugh please tell me it's not Keenser's time of the month again."Muttered Uhura, before sending the security staff down to engineering with a large box of chocolates.