It's surprisingly nice to just wander around hand in hand, and then to park himself outside and just watch people moving through the star port.

"Hey, aren't you-?"

"I'm not who you think I am," he replies without really thinking about it. The Force is just there, so close and so easy to touch and ask for some of its influence.

Artoo queries the ease with which Luke dismisses the curious onlooker, but he doesn't ask any further.