Han spends a moment examining the piece of tech she hands him. It's not entirely unfamiliar to him in that he's seen them before, but he's never actually put one on. It's easy enough to tell how they're supposed to fit on the ear, but he takes his time to put it on anyway.

"I've got the idea."

There were similar devices like this were he came from and he had gotten himself out of a number of jams or passed along important bits of information with a concealed com-link before. It was the same idea. Only the stakes were far higher now, not because he cared all that much about the mission (he was too far removed from earth and it's problems to feel genuinely invested in them), but because he cared about Nat.

With that, Han takes a moment to ease himself into the crowd. His usual careless amble substituted for a much more purposeful walk, although his eyes still held that look of casual disinterest in everything around him. It so happens that he's very good at sneaking around and looking at things without paying too much attention ... he'd had years of practice doing as much before he'd picked up any piloting skills.

"Pickpocket on the southern corner." Han murmurs. "Probably too small time to be affiliated with your marks."