Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

<passage>:
was to laugh! For Click and Irish were actor are you?" "That's a silly question." "You only have to do three things. Walk with your gun out in front of you, firing. That's number one. Number two is to clutch at your heart and fall down dead. Number three is to clutch at your side, fall down to it rack-spin film between his fingers, and he knew he was getting a damned sweet picture of everything that was happening. The picture of Marnagan hunched huge over the control-console, Click Hathaway felt the ship move under him like a sensitive animal's was pretentious enough to be Gunther's quarters. He got halfway there when he felt a gun in his back. He didn't resist. They took him straight ahead to his destination and long in following, swearing loud words. Click remembered hanging on to pushed him into a room where Gunther sat. the controls and keeping his words to himself until just now. It got quiet. It got so quiet you could almost hear the asteroids Stars, asteroids revolved. Click grabbed Marnagan because he was the quick crazy, unimportant things. The best scenes in life never reach film, or an audience. Like this one, dammit! Like this His camera whirred, clicked and whirred again. Nobody stopped him from filming it. Everything was too wild, hot and angry. Gunther was throwing a fit, still seated at his desk, unable to move because of his fragile, bony legs and their atrophied state. camera. Silence came and engulfed all the noise, ate it up and swallowed it. that pierced through his vac-suit, and silence. He wriggled out of the wreckage into that silence. He didn't know what he was doing until he found the camera in his fingers as if it had grown there when he was born. He stood there, thinking "Well, I'll at least have a few good scenes on film. I'll—" A hunk of metal teetered, fell with a crash. Marnagan elevated seven feet of bellowing manhood from the wreck. flexed inside his vac-suit. "I might've died in there, and you nursin' that film-contraption!" Hathaway felt funny inside, suddenly. "I never thought of that. now, Click. Oxygen. And then here somewhere, probably laughing his guts out at the job he did us. Oh, God, this would make great news-release stuff if we ever get back much to see, but it was better than standing still, waiting. Marnagan said, "We're working on margin, and we got nothin' to sweat "Gravity should not act this way, Click." Gunther'd do anything to—did I say Click's ears, the Irishman's incredulous bellow. The gun didn't hurt Instinctively, Hathaway added, "Asteroid monsters! My camera! What a scene!" "Damn your damn camera!" yelled Marnagan. "They might come in!" "Use your gun." eh, Click?" will we be doing with these uninvited guests at our door?" "Let me think—" "Lots of time, little man. Forty more minutes of air, to be exact." Hathaway petted his camera reluctantly. "What in hell's the use? All this swell film shot. Nobody'll ever see it." "Then," retorted Marnagan, "we'll develop it for our own benefit while waitin' for the U.S. Cavalry to come riding over the hill to our rescue!" his mind was whirring faster than his camera as he spun a picture of Marnagan standing there with a useless gun pointed at the animals. anything. Nobody fooled nobody with this act. Death was near and they had sweaty faces, dry mouths and frozen guts. When Click finished filming, Irish sat down to save oxygen, and used it up arguing about Gunther. Click came back at him: "Gunther drew us down here, sure as Ceres! That gravity change we felt what's he do Click shrugged. "Still doubt it? Okay. Look." He tapped his camera and a spool popped out onto his gloved palm. Holding it up, he stripped it out to its full twenty inch length, held it to the light while it developed, smiling. It was one of his best inventions. Self-developing film. The first light struck film-surface, destroyed one chemical, leaving imprints Click. Now, now. This is one lousy film you invented." "Huh?" "It's a strange process'll develop my picture and ignore the asteroid Pictures in montage Marnagan sitting down, chatting conversationally with mess! Here—" He elucidated it over and over again to the Patrolman. About the film, the beasts, and how the film couldn't be wrong. If the film said the monsters weren't there, they weren't there. "Yeah," said Marnagan. "But step outside this cave—" "If my theory is correct I'll do it, unafraid," said Click. brain spun, racketing like the instantaneous, flicking motions of his "Why not?" "If you say them animals ain't there, that's all I need. Now, stand aside, you film-developing flea, and let an Irishman settle their bones." He took an unnecessary hitch in trousers that didn't exist except under an inch of porous metal plate. "Your express purpose on this voyage, Hathaway, is taking films to be used by the Patrol later "Irish, I—" "Shut up and load up." Hathaway nervously loaded the film-slot, raised it. "Ready, Click?" "I—I guess so," said Hathaway. "And remember, think it hard, Irish. "Keep me in focus, lad." "All the way, Irish." "What do they say...? Oh, yeah. Action. Lights. Camera!" Marnagan smiled a smile broader than his shoulders. "Hey, Click, look "And to think we let them hole us in that way, Click Hathaway, you In that time we've got to trace those monsters to their source, Gunther's Base, fight our way in, and get fresh oxy-cannisters." Click attached his camera to his mid-belt. "Gunther probably thinks we're dead by now. Everyone else's been fooled by his playmates they never "If it hadn't been for you taking them pictures, Click—" "Coupled with your damned stubborn attitude about the accident—" Click stopped and felt his insides turning to water. He shook his head and felt a film slip down over his eyes. He spread his legs out to steady himself, and swayed. "I—I don't think my oxygen is as full as yours. This excitement had me double-breathing and I feel sick." "All right, Click, let's bring 'em back. How do we do it?" Think it over and over." Marnagan's hulk stirred uneasily. "And—what if I forget to remember all that? What if I get excited...?" raised his gun and made quick moves with it. "Click! This one here! "Click—" He was fighting hard. "I—I—sure now. Sure—" He smiled. besides, Click, I like to look at them. They're pretty." "We'll be taking our chances on guard," hissed Irish. "I'll go ahead, draw their attention, maybe get captured. Then, Click sucked in his breath, hard and fast. Click started running. He switched off his audio, kept his receiving guard. Click gasped. Things and listening to Marnagan's lying voice: "I tied them pink elephants of Gunther's in neat alphabetical bundles posing," he said. "That shot will go down in film history for candid acting." "What!" Click was afraid he would show his weak dizziness. He needed air.

<question>:
How would you describe Click's primary motivations?

<options>:
A He was originally focused on filming, but he was also focused on survival efforts.
B He was solely focused on filming the events and didn't contribute much else.
C He wanted to help beyond filming but only ended up hurting the mission further.
D He was focused on filming the events at first, but when he realized he needed to pitch in he forgot all about filming.

<answer>:

A