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

<passage>:
"You're all right, honey." brown-clad stewardess Stubbornly she forced herself back to reality. At any moment Jack, dark-eyed and scrappy, might come swinging down the long, shining aisle. Jack—Captain Jack McHenry, if you please—must not know, yet, what she was doing to patch up their marriage. Sue, and ... and she'll be almost as good as her father." "You're feeling well, Mrs. Foster?" Miss Eagen (which, her neat lapel button attested, was her name) made Marcia, "we won't have to ask the passengers if they're well. It's so huddle, fumbling with the card until it was crammed shapeless into her purse. Then from the depths of her guilt came rebellion. It was going to be all right. She was doing the biggest thing she'd ever done, and After this—if this didn't work—there just would be nothing else she could do. She wasn't a scheming woman. No one would ever know how difficult it had been for her to think up the whole plan, to find about to blast off in seconds. She half-rose, then sank back, biting He'd said it during the quarrel, and he'd roared at her, "And that's And then he'd been sorry he'd shouted, and he sat by her, taking her ?" She'd said it viciously, to taunt him, and something treatments to put hair on his brainless head and restore his—Oh, the Jaywalker !" Jack spat in disgust. "Anyway, he was the kind of idiot who never realizes that certain glandular conditions are fatal in free fall." Even now she distinctly recalled the beginnings of the interplanetary when he was about to leave her for it. And this time it was worse than Elsinore reached the free-fall trajectory, and had to warp her in as best he could, without passing "It's all so dull!" she had flared, and then, "How can I be interested in what some blundering space-jockey did?" "Blun—Marcia, you really don't realize what that skipper did was the finest piece of shiphandling since mankind got off the ground." She'd shrugged. "Then it can't be very difficult, darling." Sitting rigid in the tense stillness of a rocket ship that was about everywhere, came a deep, quiet rumble. Some of the passengers looked anxious, some excited, and some just leafed casually through magazines. different from being in an airplane. At the same time—" She paused, quiet brown eyes solemn. "What you are about to experience is something that will make you proud to belong to the human race." That had grown around the ship, Earth was a mystic circle, a shallow dish "Yes, Mrs. Fos—why, what's the matter?" Seeing the startled expression on the stewardess' face, Marcia realized "Come along," said Miss Eagen cheerfully. She put a firm arm around "It isn't s-space sickness," said Marcia in a very small and very "Now, now," said Miss Eagen briskly, "just you lie down there, Mrs. time. "How do you feel?" "I'm Mrs. McHenry. I'm Jack's wife." Miss Eagen did, swiftly and thoroughly. "You're so right," she With her back to Marcia, she said, "I'll have to tell the captain, you Captain." "Captain McHenry, could you come back to the hospital right away?" "He'll be right here," said Miss Eagen. " His dark face broke into a delighted grin and he put his arms out. "You—you're here— , on my ship!" ? You—we—" He turned to Miss Eagen, who nodded once, her ship?" "Spin ship," she replied immediately, and looked up at him pertly, like ?" "Because," she said bleakly, "I learned long ago that a man grows to love what he has to fight for." The stewardess looked at her, her face registering a strange mixture of husband, and don't you forget asked it. "Do you work on all these ships at one time or another?" Miss Eagen did not beat around the bush. "I've been with Captain the finest in the Service." "Bolt the bed to the bulkhead, Pet. Mrs. McHenry—I'm sorry, but you'll He looked at her and away, quickly. "Because, lady, when we start to "About you and the captain." "Because," said Miss Eagen, and in that moment she looked almost as sense of duty. I'm most interested in what you have to say." Miss Eagen gazed at her for a moment, nodded as if to herself, and better. In your case...." She sighed. "It's well known—even by you—that the free-fall condition has a weird effect on certain people. The human body is in an unprecedented situation in free fall. Biologically it has experienced the condition for very short periods—falling out of trees, or on delayed parachute jumps. But it isn't constituted to take hour after swimming. Free-fall means that everything around you is 'up.' The body's reactions to free-fall go much deeper than space-nausea and a mild feeling of panic. When there's a glandular imbalance of certain kinds, the results can be drastic. Apparently some instinctual part emergency is recognized by the reasoning part of the mind. There are sudden floods of adrenalin the 17-kesteroids begin spastic secretions always ." "But how?" asked Marcia, interested in spite of her resentment. "Convulsions. A battle royal between a glandular-level panic and a violent and useless effort of the will to control the situation. Muscles tear, working against one another. Lungs rupture and air especially susceptible because their protective reflexes, through and through, are much more easily stimulated." with the same force as gravity, and then everything will be all right." "You make it sound so simple." minute he's working over the computer—a small, simple, ship-board average mathematician, because he has to because it's a life-and-death matter if he makes a mistake or takes too long." "But—but—" "But what?" Miss Eagen's composure seemed to have been blasted to shreds by the powerful currents of her indignation. Her eyes flashed. "You mean, but why doesn't he just work the ship while it's spinning the same way he does when it isn't?" "He'll spin the ship on its long axis," said the stewardess with Captain McHenry won't be able to maneuver to a landing on the Moon. "But I haven't told you the toughest part of it yet," Miss Eagen went on inexorably. "A ship as massive as this, spinning on its long axis, is a pretty fair gyroscope. It doesn't want to turn. Any force that tries to make it turn is resisted at right angles to the force applied. will be a miracle. A miracle from the brain of Captain McHenry." "Where are you going?" "He will and he must. You surely know your husband." Miss Eagen's firm lips shut in a thin hard line. "Do as you like," she ship for." She took her hand from Marcia's arm. shimmering azure shape of Earth. " Jack had said that to her once, long ago, when he still loved her. "Yes, I know who Jack's spinning the ship for," said Marcia. Marcia said, painfully, "He's like the Captain of the "Does it hurt to know that?" drowsiness and unreality. But through and through that drugged, relaxed period, Jack and the of it like shreds of melody: "A man comes to love the things he has to fight for." And Jack that he had loved and married. and then a long, deep sleep. gunmetal-and-chrome of the ship. White sheets, a new feeling of "down"

<question>:
How might the Captain describe his wife?

<options>:
A Duty bound, stern
B Ditzy, irresponsible
C Mission-driven, courageous
D Adventurous, whimsical

<answer>:

C