“  to be honest ,  i’m not even sure today really happened .  ” (Pavel <3)
"Believe me, Doctor, I know how you feel."
Just thinking about it sets Pavel's blood to boil. He curls both fingers into fists on the table in a clear show of displeasure. He'd not gone so far as to obstruct their investigation, but he'd been none too nice toward the officers who'd hurled accusation upon poisonous accusation at his face, each more toxic than the last in hopes that one of them would be painful enough to make him admit something—give up one of his fellow crewmembers.
Pavel had told them exactly what he thought of this entire fishing expedition, and why they were wrong.
It was the longest few hours of his life.
"If the Admiralty thinks that somebody may be sharing secrets, perhaps they need to look into their ranks, not come onto our ship, accuse us and the captain, and start looking through all our personal items!"
He knows that, despite the very misleading title of personal log, nothing recorded is truly personal. A man such as himself with enough technical know-how could easily crack through Starfleet's admittedly weak security wall—it wouldn't be the first time he's done so—and spy on everybody's personal information. Anybody in the upper echelons of Starfleet could request authorisation to listen to everybody's personal logs with the right reason.
Like, say, an investigation into very serious matters of security breaches and selling information.
"None of us would ever do something like this and I think they know it." Pavel huffs. "Something tells me they are just after the captain and that, by looking into all of the Enterprise's records and logs, they will find something else to—make stick."
He bangs his fist against the table for emphasis.
"And it felt like they would never leave! —They are coming back tomorrow, aren't they?"
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