Trowa had actually forgotten about the strangely aching not-itchy mark, and decided to factor that into his analysis of what it could be as well. He'd gotten used to ignoring aches and minor pains (meaning, not immediately life-threatening) a long time ago, enough that he could run on a broken leg if absolutely necessary.
Standing on the platform, he earmarked the direction that the military man was heading. That'd probably be home base. This in mind, Trowa once again walked into the cockpit of his Gundam and strapped in, waiting for Jiraiya to climb in after him. The depression and cloaked object could wait.
He started up Heavyarm's thrusters and took to the air. Sometimes, an aerial view could tell one what the land could not... and there were buildings closeby that had to be the area.
"You said it was at the end, correct?" Not waiting for confirmation, he'd already begun preparations to bring them down near the cabana-like building nearest to their position.