Sir, I insist that you take the Mako for this mission! Well I never! I refuse to be seen in that infernal contraption of yours. But - but Sir! This planet's weather is classified as a Level 3 hazard! Surely it cannot be worse than Manchester! *spurs horse into a light trot*
Mid-flight, of course! As a proper gentleman, Shepard has surely learned the secret of flying from Arthur Dent (from The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy, it consists of avoiding the ground, with style).
I wonder what he makes Gardner serve at the canteen... (I can see Garrus poking a kidney pie with a fork, wearing a vaguely nauseated expression, Mordin scrutinising a Yorkshire pudding, mentally running through the definitions of "pudding" to see what category it fits in...)