He doesn't quite remember what planet he was on. He feels like the fighting didn't stop for him even after the Clone Wars ended officially, hobbling around after his father between cells until being plucked up by Bail Organa and the fledgling Rebellion.

"I was in the Outer Rim." It's true and vague enough and should probably give tiny hints about his early formative years with the nature of the war out there. "I remember quite a bit, though it's all through the haze of childhood."

No more details will be forthcoming, and the only reason he offers that much is because conversation dictates him do so. When they reach the cafe, Cassian immediately looks it over. It's tiny and unassuming and there's a variety of smells. "Do you usually eat outside?"