Good thing was that most of the other patrons were so caught up that even if they noticed Cassian and Carol, their attention would soon enough be stolen elsewhere. And Carol is blending in perfectly, so he knows that he has little to worry about in that regard.

Even as he leads her through the crowd, he's got one eye firmly on the target, gauging the distance, their trajectory, any nearby passerby that may or may not get in their way. Thankfully, nobody actually does end up crossing their paths and eventually contact is made, the collision looks as accidental as it's meant to, and Cassian drops to one knee as he laughs heartily.

"Sorry about that! Didn't really see where I was going. Here, let me pick this up for you."

Switching datasticks is easy, and he's already tucked the precious information away by the time he stands, his smile crooked and apologetic as he hands over the dropped chips. "Here you are, mate. Good luck out there."