The moment enemies start retreating, Victor stops shooting - it's not very noble to attack them in such a situation. He's not below a mech-sized "up yours" gesture after hearing Simmon's words, however.
"Suuure, you just don't want to be late for your soap opera."

After heading towards the takeoff point and letting the helicopters do their work, Victor relaxes and starts gathering pages cluttered all over the cockpit. He gets thoughtful, too.
So this is how real combat feels... quite different from training with automated decoys. I'm not sure if I like all the people dying around... those three will surely come after me again if we meet again at the battlefield, and I can't blame them, really.
The radio message grabs his attention. "Oh? Of course, there is no need for me not too meet with those who just fought along my side!" Victor grins to himself. Among many things he's certain about his job is that friendly mecha pilots are always cute girls or cool guys.