[ He listens, not calmed but at least distracted for the moment. ]

I wasn't at home. I don't have— [ He cuts himself off and takes a short, frustrated breath. ] I was flying through a tunnel on Tatooine. And then I was flying through that door. [ He points. ] Unless... that wasn't real?

[ Saying this, he stiffens. With careful deliberateness, he turns over his hands and inspects his palms. Finding nothing, he presses them together as if feeling for something. Still nothing. In the end, he drops his hands to his side with a shake of his head. ]

Were you on Tatooine too before you got here?