It's probably good that an extremely effective distraction comes skidding into view, cutting off the train of thought leading straight to Irahl either dishing out further speculative compliments or starting to dig into how the two of them should start sparring together like they had before, but with real weaponry this time. There's nothing wrong with either of those things in their own right, but Irahl is feeling impulsive right now, and that is a rare and dangerous state for him to be in.

So, the scavenger redirects his attention, and he gets his head back in the game.

"How about it? You get your fill of chopping up cars?"

He's good to take his turn, but he would also be more than willing to watch if Vincent had anything else he wanted to vent.