He wasn't having much trouble with the dust. It was in his hair and on his clothes, sure, but it was staying out of facial orifices, which was very considerate of the dust and wind. "That's very kind of you, miss. I don't want to be any trouble though."
Art lingered at the gate, torn between wanting to to talk to the nice girl some more and get out of the wind and not wanting to be an inconvenience.