"It clashes here and there," he said with a shrug. "I've upheld the Temporal Prime Directive to the best of my abilities, but sometimes it's impossible to keep your mouth shut here."

Like a few months ago when a truth glitch had caused him to spill everything from things from things Starfleet wouldn't want people of the past to know to things about Ambassador Spock to the older brother he never talked about.

He leaned forward in his chair, peering closer at the image on the tablet. "Are you alright?"