The trip to Titan's Gym wasn't a particularly long one, but Nico was already getting excited about the prospect of getting to do a new thing by the time they left the office. They no longer ran the training for the Mecha Pilots since nearly all of the ones aboard Absolution were Androids, and the Regiment Commanders took care of the training.
They had made themselves redundant to the fun parts of the job while being stuck with the last unavoidable bits of paperwork that no leader could truly escape without their chosen delegate taking over the factual control of the group.
The pod took them straight to the edge of the city, through the winding paths of the designated transit routes, and dropped them right in front of the nondescript warehouse, with only a simple digital sign in the window declaring the name of the business.
