Bodhi takes the proffered hand, shaking quickly before withdrawing and slipping his own into his pocket, the other left grasping the rail as his gaze returns to the crash of the waves against the sand. The water looks inviting under the soft lights of the boardwalk, that's what's kept him mesmerized for the past fifteen minutes until Philip had come along.

"Subtlety's not my strong suit, either," Bodhi admits. Keeping secrets is a different sort of thing entirely and that, he's found he's been quite good at thus far. Neither Jyn nor Cassian know about Bor Gullet, about what Saw had really done to him on Jedha, that more often than now, that's what he sees when he closes his eyes. He doesn't remember anything about Rogue One going up in flames with him still inside, all he recalls is a flash of light and a burn that's healed since his arrival in Darrow. He hadn't seen his friends die, and he doesn't talk about that with Jyn and Cassian, either.

In the dark of night, it's usually just Bodhi and what's left of his mind. Sometimes it's nice to have a distraction.

"I'm definitely not from here," Bodhi continues, glancing at Philip with a small smile. He nods upward, eyes lifting toward the sky. "I'm from out there."