JC now figured she was upside-down with the center of her once proper H-class transport. Now, the six point restraints that were supposed to keep her in the pilots' chair in zero gee. Now it held her in an odd position indeed. Fifteen minutes after touchdown and she was in trouble. Even while upside-down she could still read the altimeter, which was set for DTG, or distance to ground. According to this, and the hazy view from the external gyroscopic camera, she was at least a good ten stories up. Sighing, she set whatever working systems there were to dislodge the exit hatch. With a single punch, her harness gave way, dropping the half breed down, shaking the wreckage. Within moments she popped the hatch and deployed the escape rope. Hooking a caribiner to her flight suit next to a belay device, JC jumped out of the ship and lowered herself down the side of the building, not seeing that she was in the decidedly human section of town.