"You tell me," Galea's voice came from behind them. They turned their heads to see her, also wearing heavy cold-weather gear, shrugging through the windblock curtain between the deck-to-overhead ammunition racks that separated the gun position from the rest of the mostly open gondola. "We're flying short in the pegasus department. I'd prefer t' have at least one more aboard, especially given your lack of experience, Ms. Brass, but it is what it is. Now. How high are we?"