I'd imagine the YMIR is made of modern light weight materials and they're not that big really. Bigger than a man yea, but not hugely so. A few tons sounds about right to me.
And here's some ponderings I never used.
...
“But I was only in an administration role!” the tall mousy-blonde woman protests at the security desk.
“You're on our Cerberus watch list, ma'am. You'll have to come with us.” the officer replies, now beckoning his detail.
Samantha Traynor passes this exchange on her way back to the Normandy from the Silver Sun Strip.
“Please! I left all that!” the woman protests again.
Samantha stops a moment to look. That voice. She cannot resist investigating and approaches the desk.
“Specialist Sam Traynor, Earth Systems Alliance. What's going on here, officer?” she asks the desk officer.
“What? Oh. This 'lady' is on a Cerberus watch list. We're about to bring her in for questioning.”
“Where will you be taking her?”
“Might I ask your interest, 'Specialist Traynor'.” the officer asks quite patronisingly.
“My orders are to fight this war, 'officer'. Cerberus operatives are of interest to my operation and to my superior, the Spectre, Commander Shepard. Unless of course you'd rather the Commander herself came down here in person...”
“No, no, no! Please, that's not necessary. Jeez, we only just got fixed up after her krogan 'friend' tore up the place.”
“Give me one minute, please, officer.” Traynor says then brings up her omni-tool to make a call. A few moments later she returns to the desk.
“I think you'll find that your files have been updated and Miss...?” she prompts.
“Miss Del Ingles. Eleena Del Ingles.”
“Really?” Samantha frowns.
“What?”
“Never mind. Anyway, Miss Del Ingles is under Commander Shepard's custody now, in her capacity as Spectre. I am now under orders to escort her to the Normandy.”
“What?” both the officer and Eleena say.
“I believe you need me to authorise something?” Samantha says.
“Uhh... Oh!” the officer says, looking at his console, “Yea. If you can just...” he offers a datapad and Samantha registers her ID.
“Good! So! You're with me. Do I need to use cuffs?” she says to Eleena.
“At least wait until I've formulated my evil plan to kill you and make my escape.” Eleena replies.
Sam stands open mouthed a moment, until Eleena continues, “That was-”
“A joke. Got it.” Samantha smiles.





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