Bodhi shrugs a shoulder at the question, not entirely certain how to respond. It isn't that he plans to reveal his entire life story to Philip, just that speaking of where he's from means speaking of Jedha and that pain is still as fresh as it'd been the day he'd watched his home city crumble to pieces.

"I'm from a place called Jedha City," he answers. "I was born there, left to become a pilot." He'd failed flight training, only because his focus had been more on the actual flying than the tests he'd had to take, but Bodhi supposed that'd been a sort of blessing in disguise. Better a cargo pilot than a starfighter pilot like he'd wanted to be, in the end. Clearing his thrust and shaking himself from his thoughts, he adds, "It's not a very exciting story."

Turning a bit more toward Philip, he tilts his head curiously. "What about you? Where'd you come from before you ended up here? I haven't heard many accents like yours."