At least with ground this crunchy, Vincent will be able to follow easily as Irahl heads out onto the track. Though, he does have to mentally laugh to himself at Vincent's exact instructions, as--to his knowledge--virtually everything around him, including the 'gravel' under their feet, seems to be made of metal.

But no, he forgoes being a smartass by obediently heading toward the nearest thing that seems roughly vehicle-sized... and he absolutely does sling his gear bag around in the meantime, so he can rifle around for his mask and visor. He can't imagine that anything kicked up from either the track itself or whatever ancient wrecks they're going to destroy will feel great on already-irritated lungs.