It's a clever move, if only because it forces Bodhi to think about something other than himself. A distraction, a moment outside the demanding buzz of potential threats. The path his conclusion takes soothes a little, too, as he comes to the conclusion that he can't think of any dangerous areas. Perhaps his perspective is a bit skewed by what he lived through before his arrival, but the place isn't dangerous. Even his induced paranoia creates dangers out of people and memories and distant possibilities, not actual dangers he's seen.

Bodhi doesn't seem any better, but he doesn't try to retreat further, talking more or less steadily to the ground a few feet in front of him in a more or less audible fashion while his fingers keep up their nervous plucking. "I don't--Um, what I mean is... I don't think I'd know if... I don't think the places are dangerous."