Taako gravitates towards those devices; he doesn't reach out to touch or pocket any, partially due to his being afraid of one killing him somehow and partially due to his lack of pockets, but he is curious to see if any of it might be valuable and small enough to perhaps tuck into his bustier.

He keeps his hand closed tight on the handle of his glaive, though. Just in case.

From the corner of his eye, he watches Foster; the poor dude seems about ready to burst with anxious energy, and it's a weird thing to see. He knows just how unhinged he can go-- but fortunately, he also knows just what to do if he needs to chill out.