The wind whips his tie over his face, and he forgets which way is up, and then he sees the plane dwindling to a tiny speck and figures it out.
All in all it’s not so bad. If he was afraid of anything anymore it might be this, getting pounded by air and gravity before an untimely end, but, really, it’s kind of relaxing. One of the henchmen, Claude maybe, whips past him and he hears, “You haven’t heard the last,” etc, but he doesn’t much care.
He wonders, mildly, which escape would be best. Probably something with his watch.