Friends indeed- most of those Wesley had encountered so far certainly were friendly, for which he was grateful. In an environment such as this, it would be very easy for the population to be suspicious, paranoid, and at each other's throats. Of course, Wesley didn't need to know about the particular tendency of unnamed individuals to attack throats specifically, now did he?

"I suppose I have a lot on my mind."

Most of which predates his current inconvenient situation, but there was no call to burden Obi-Wan with it. Instead he gestures to the grid of shabby mismatched cards laid out on the counter.

"Which is why I've taken to a more calming mental occupation."