Stars were visible through what clear panes remained on one side of the cockpit. The shaking had not decreased, but it had changed with the ship's orientation, now broadside on to the monolith of cloud. They still climbed with the winds, the air noticeably thinner and colder, drafts howling through gunports and gaps, curtains long since ripped away. Electrocution, anoxia, hypothermia, simple trauma—they were spoiled for choice.