"Heavy? Not really. The repulsors are only strong enough to run her with about four passengers and a bit of cargo. Weigh her down anymore than that and you'll sink the frame to the ground. Then that mule's not going anywhere." Wash's right hand moved to draw the zipper down his frosted flightsuit. The garment retained much of its shape without some forceful tugging on the frozen fabric. Stepping out from his outer wear Wash sported a sample of one of his favorite finds in this place -- a seemingly endless supply of new Hawaiian style shirts.
"It's a ship." He replied, while hanging his frozen jumpsuit on the wall of the cargo bay. Dusting a few snowflakes from his green cargo pants, Wash sank his hands into its pockets and wandered back over towards his befuddled guest. "But hold onto that marvel stuff for when the Captain gets back. It'll win you some points."