Victor massages his throat, coughs, tries to speak, and coughs again. Several failed starts later, he finally manages, "s'not a sex thing."

But, that's not important right now. There are martian kingbots to thwart, a stunning vigilante to subtly perv on in ways that won't tip hands to outsiders watching, and above all, a camera to protect.

What, you didn't think he was going to rely on the stream cameras, did you? Sure, they're probably higher quality, but there's a romantic part of him that wants his own copy of this. Something to look back fondly on with found family and adopted children, perhaps.

So as he joins in the fight, Bode on one side and Prometheus on the other, he mostly gravitates to the tripod in the aisle, adjusting it as needed between blows.