"I've met many different kinds of 'nasty' before," Trowa murmured distractedly as he flew. It wasn't that long before they came in sight of what he could only think to describe as an oceanfront (since it certainly wasn't a boardwalk) line of buildings.
The comment about warning went unacknowledged. Trowa knew how to ride in a Gundam and not hit his head, so did the vast majority of the others who would be allowed to ride with him. Jiraiya was only inside because it had been a situation involving dangerous hostiles.
A minute later, they were landing. It sent up a large cloud of dust and probably a loud noise to anyone on the ground, but it was a safe landing with nothing broken.