Jake had been walking along the shore for a while now. The sand stayed firm underfoot for him, no matter how wet or dry it was, thanks to the Force, and no sand found its way into his braces or between his feet and the bottom of his braces either. This door had been exactly what he'd needed; sure, they weren't under a lot of pressure to do things on the Station, but this door, this extended time in the sun in a world with no Force users or superheroes or anyone like that, it was fantastic.
So the fact that the man ahead of him, standing knee-deep in the sea, had one of the strangest Force signatures he'd ever seen meant that he was someone from the Station. As Jake approached, he realized who it was in front of him. Once he was close enough, Jake paused. "How's your wife doing? And yourself?" he asked, and let the tide wash over his feet as he stood there. Not that he could feel it.