Smith outweighed her, but muscles acquired handling patients twice her size enabled her to dump him into the big bag.  Then she had to refold him somewhat to allow her to close it.  His muscles resisted force, but under gentle pressure steadily applied he could be repositioned like putty.  She padded the corners with some of Ben's clothes before she closed him up.  She tried to punch some air holes but the bag was a glass laminate, tough as an absentee landlord's heart.  She decided that he could not suffocate quickly with his respiration so minimal and his metabolic rate down as low as it must be.