Roger was more or less focused on his own shit in the battle. It's not that he didn't care about his teammates, but he trusted in their competence. And if he wasn't concerned about not getting shot to bits, then chances were he wouldn't be able to make it through the battle. After all, nobody was watching his back except for himself, and now wasn't the time to do something suicidally dumb. That would likely come later on.

That said, he couldn't stop himself from being distracted from a second when the crystal's destruction was weaponized to great effect against the artillery unit. Those were a collection of really fucking sturdy 'werks and to get shredded up like that from a single attack was no easy feat. Although disbelief, worry and 'oh shit' where the foremost emotions in his mind regarding the sudden turn the battle took, a small part of him was glad he wasn't hanging around there. Yeager was a decently bulky framewerk, but if he had gotten hit with that, who knows what kind of fucked he'd be, given the volatility of the over-powered thrust capabilities housed within his chosen machine.

But there were more important things to be doing than worrying about everyone else, and based on the comms and radar, it seemed like most of the pilots had gotten through the attack damaged, but not out of commission. Roger found himself currently in the process of being cornered, and he'd have to fix that real quick, or else he's be scrap and the cruxi would have the means to flank Squad Sigma. Activating his boosters he moved around the encroaching CWM squad and opened fire at the two-man(?) group he had been dealing with before. Focus one taking down targets one at a time, or end up overwhelmed.
[hr]Move H7->Attack J7