Harris- in a habit of rushing in to drop things off after scrounging, volunteering to get something "real quick" or otherwise coming in to get something specific, forgetting said thing and having to loop back - almost doesn't register Song's presence. In fact, he notices the papers first, the pale color sticking out in the dim lighting. He hops and dances around to avoid stepping on them. To his credit, he manages this quite dexterously. Harris' feets could certainly move faster than his brain at times. Back against the wall, the dusty rabbit blinks, and his processing manages to catch up.
"Ah- hello, Song!" He brightens. Just like that, he's helping pick up the papers as well.
His eyes do skim some of the pages for any key words- dark as it was, he couldn't help but be curious of the contents. But only for a moment, as he smooths them out onto the counter.
"Hopefully not! And best of luck to you- er- Il-Tira bless you!"