Liquid shoves the papers into a bag, looking over at him. "If they were that worried about copying, you really think they'd make it so you could at least sort of piece it back together? It's like they've never heard of a shredder." That's pretty basic technology-wise, isn't it? Especially in space when you've got things like Ingresses.

He sets the bag on the table, goes to pick up another paper, and then it floats to the floor when he changes into smoke once more.

He swears. It's gonna be a long day.