"I gotta ask why you kept messaging Sarjenka, even after you knew you were breaking the Prime Directive," Wesley asked. They were sitting on a beach in the holodeck. Wesley had wanted to make a sandcastle, and had been a little embarrassed to ask anyone else besides Data to accompany him. Together, though, they had made an impressive sand sculpture.
"I made a mistake," Data said. "I thought that her society had warp capabilities. By the time I realized they did not, it was too late. I had already established a relationship with her." He looked pointedly at Wesley. "She trusted me, and I did not want to let her down."
"Did you get in trouble?"
"No," Data said. "The captain filed a report to Starfleet, and they made the determination that because my actions led to the rescue of the inhabitants of Drema IV, I did not require corrective action."
"Wow," Wesley said, impressed. "I still can't imagine you making a mistake like that, though."
"Everyone makes errors, Wesley. I just happen to make them less frequently than most humanoids."
"That makes sense, I guess," Wesley concluded.