The world spun, the battered red hull switching with the gray sky. Far below, huge autonomous trucks were the size of ants. She flung her arms wide, clutching for anything, and her right hand smacked against a cold metal railing. She grabbed it as she flashed past, her right wrist shrieking, and swung underneath. Her boots smacked into the hull, recoil shaking her grip loose. She clung on and twisted in the air.