The attempts to not fall into a deep sleep had been lost and Raylan was dead to the world, the only explanation for him not hearing the door close, but the sharp clicks were more than foreign enough to jolt the Marshal out of his sleep with sharp inhale. He moved out of instinct and on reaction, easily snagging his service weapon from it's holster from his position on his back as he popped up, barrel trained on..

He blinked blurrily, gun lowering slowly. "Jessica?"