"I don't understand all the secrecy. Your husband won't even mention it."
"I'm aware."
Two very annoyed women sat together in an uncrowded area of the Mess Hall and applied their formidable intellects to breaking the men in their daily lives into tiny little pieces.
"What about telepathically? Can you retrieve it while he's -"
"Carol!"
"Nyota, I know the details behind your time together at the academy - like getting Kirk to steal those files on Vulcan sexual -"
"Alright!" Uhura hissed at her.
"So you did try."
"Yes..." Uhura sighed in confession. "if I'd pushed any harder he'd have known what I was up to."
"Hmm... That's an unexpected disadvantage of marital telepathy."
"That's an unexpected disadvantage of not wanting to sleep alone. What about you? Why was Scotty so angry?"
"Because my questions rendered him too distracted to..."
"Oh! Sorry."
"Don't be. I want those -"
From the speakers hidden throughout the Mess Hall, both women heard the call.
"Dr. Marcus; Lieutenant Uhura. Captain's quarters immediately. Dr. Marcus; Lieutenant Uhura..."
Grabbing their trays, the two senior officers dumped their waste in the receptacles near the door and hoofed it to Jim's quarters.