Koth was accustomed to places like this, with lots of inventory to work with. He highly doubted all of it was legal, but a few credits in the right palms often made things legal enough. Personally he wasn't all that concerned about those matters. The laws of his people were far less rigid than most in the galaxy, especially with regards to intellectual or corporate property. If it was useful, use it and recreate it, if it was cheaper to buy and customize, do that. Since the seller was actively trying to get rid of some things, the prices would reflect that, and he could stock up on a few different things. Ammunition, grenades, a few tools that it was always good to have extras around.
He chatted briefly with the Trandoshan in her native tongue about what was available. Talking shop about the tools of the trade was something he was content to do. He listened calmly as Urla went into a story, as retired hunters often did, and nodded at the appropriate points, although his helmet gave way to no facial expressions. He then explained that he was looking for a few specific types of blasters in addition to a large quantity of ammunition for a variety of weapons. in addition to several varieties of grenades, and a few speciality tools that he was looking to acquire. Urla gave a small scratch of her scales before calling over Ryoko about a few of the special items. The basics were covered for certain, but the tools she was less certain about.
Koth stood and waited patiently for this to happen. He watched the droid guards casually, having memorized their patrol pattern earlier. It was a force of habit if it was necessary to make a quick exit. While he doubted that this was a trap, it was always good to retain a certain amount of caution.