Shayla curled into a ball, notepad clutched to her chest, and ignored the hands trying once more to pull her to her feet.
Ship's telemetry showed the outer hull temperature already soaring. A distant clangor echoed through the hull. White noise rose to a rushing roar, smothering all other sounds.
The loading bay door blew outwards. Escaping air propelled Shayla into the upper stratosphere. Her gauzy shroud snapped taut into a luminous bubble under the pressure of the air trapped inside. She resisted the urge to gasp in agony at the sudden decompression, and forced herself to keep her mouth open and airway clear while her lungs vented.