Cassian's sleep had been fitful at best, with scattered dreams of the past waking him frequently, but he had enough of a grasp on what was real and what was memory to know that the sharp knocking on his bedroom door was no dream.
Rolling out of bed, he pulled the nearest shirt over his head and grabbed his holster. The blaster wasn't something he intended to have far from him under any circumstance and certainly not in a foreign place where he knew no one and didn't know what to expect.
His time with the rebellion taught him to react to something like this and the expression on his face was somber when he pulled open the door a moment later to take in Jaina's appearance.
"Where?" he asked. "Show me." He did not question that her assertion was reality, which was perhaps a flawed old happen from so many years as a soldier.