Xakda is an . . . abrupt pilot. He spots the garage, gets it underneath him, sets the wings back into vertical position, and does not waste time dropping.
Boxy concrete buildings with gaping windows, and others faced almost entirely by dark-shining glass and ribbed with steel, rise toward the carplane, reaching full size - crowded, cheerful, reflective, straight, and proud. Minaiyu may notice the names of businesses, if he notices them at all, inscribed or posted above their facades in matter-of-fact, prim little serif script - helpful signposts for those who are looking for signposts, not advertisements to weary the eyes of those who aren't. There is little in the way of unnecessary color and decorative flourish. Pyeth speaks for itself, of course it should speak for itself; if there is anything unusual about this, Pyeth doesn't know so.
. . . Minaiyu may catch a glimpse, from above, of a half-obscured green park, with trees and a pond and a swingset and a REALLY TALL insanely realistic humanoid statue, painted in full stunning color, wearing jeans and a T-shirt and holding a shovel - and is that another REALLY TALL statue, yep, looks like another one!
On the roof of the parking garage, there's a red arrow, pointing to a larger-than-carplane-size gap in the side of the building's third-and-topmost floor. Xakda drops and levels with the gap. More red arrows spiral down toward an entrance in the 2nd floor, offset by a turn around the building. Peering inside and seeing that the inside of the top floor is mainly empty (and with a gray plane descending on him from above), Xakda gooses the turn.
Not only is his body used to the repeated acceleration, no one has ever told him that goosing is a thing, let alone a bad one, before.