Yamato cocks his head, considering his words carefully. On the off chance someone does overhear them, then anything he says has to be plausible as something his cover would say.

"The security certainly seems eager," he remarks, flicking his gaze over to some stormtroopers. "But I suppose it's a sign of the times."

He pauses, thinking.

"That dear fellow -- ah, what was his name. The fellow with the cladding," he says, glancing over towards Pan's booth. "He could certainly be useful. I imagine with his work, he'll be making all sorts of business inroads within the Empire."

Or to put it another way, any business links he makes with Imperials could yield some useful intel.