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

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Now was the captain's chance to prove he knew less than the crew—all their lives hung upon it! I realized that I was actually hearing it for the first time. a definite thrust of his angular jaw in my direction. "You can take my word on that, Captain Gavin." "Can't," I told him. "I can't trust your opinion. I can't trust anything . That's why I'm Captain." "You'll get over feeling like that." "I know. Then I'll become First Officer." "Stand your ground," I warned the others thickly. "They may be dangerous." Quade grinned behind his faceplate. "Good idea." The men followed the First Officer's example, and the rope tying them kind of thinking, for relying on tradition, on things that have worked before. Not only your thinking is slipshod, you've grown careless about everything else, even your own life." Executive Officer." caution the service likes in officers." too cataleptic to tap a million-dollar gem, which is more than my contemporaries can say, many of 'em." "Captain Gavin," Quade said patiently, "you must realize that an outsider like you, among a crew of skilled spacemen, can never be more than a figurehead." "Are you settling for a primary exploration?" "No. I think I had the right idea on your rescue party. You have to Using the translator, we can learn to recognize all confused data as easily. I'm starting indoctrination courses." "I doubt that that is necessary, sir," Quade said. "Experienced spacemen are experienced with transphasia. You don't have to worry. In "Exactly. We go. You and me. I hope you can stand my company." the future, I'll be able to resist sensations that tell me I'm freezing cover exploring with rookies. With all due respect, Captain." I clapped him on the shoulder. "But, man, you have just been telling me all we had to worry about was common transphasia. A man with your experience could protect himself and cover even a rookie, under such familiar conditions—right?" to death—if my gauges tell me it's a lie." I examined his bandisprayed hide. "I think my way of gaining experience "Yes, sir, I suppose I could," Quade said, bitterly aware he had lost is less painful and more efficient." Quade squirmed. "Yes, sir. One thing, sir—I don't understand how you danger, but to warn us of the cliff, the freezing wind. They saw we were trying to find out things about their world, so they even offered us one of their own kind to study. Unfortunately, he was too much for "Apparently, Quade, this thing is going to creep up on us." came to Nagurski." "Well, I've learned one thing from all of this," Quade said. "I've been a blind, arrogant, cocksure fool, following courses that were good on some Quade nodded. "I've felt this before. It usually hits sooner. Let's trace it." going to be that foolhardy again." "But you're losing confidence , Quade! You aren't sure of yourself any more. Isn't confidence a spaceman's most valuable asset?" you." "Of course not. I'll soothe my nerves by counting little shocks of "The hell it is," Quade said grimly. "It's his deadliest liability." "In that case, I must inform you that I am demoting you to Acting lanolin jumping over a loud fence." "That's tough," I sympathized, "but in every service a chap gets broken in rank now and then." "Maybe it's worth it," Quade said heavily. "Now maybe I've learned how to stay alive out here. I just hope I don't forget." I thought about that. I was nearly through with my first mission and I could speak with experience, even if it was the least amount of experience aboard. "Quade," I said, "space isn't as dangerous as all that." I clapped him on the shoulder fraternally. "You worry too much!" Centauri blushtalk and the like." It became difficult to understand him, difficult to try talking in the face of such splendor. You never really appreciate colors until you smell them for the first time. and deflates to a tired joke." Before I could agree with one of his theories for once, a streak of exploration party, you know, sir." "Not for an experienced spaceman," Quade griped. "I'm used to free-fall." But he turned back. known for an instant as a streak of spice. "There's one free-fall," I said, "where you wouldn't live long enough to get used to it." "I didn't." His dark, round face was bland. "Bruce picked me. Followed master is the most content." "Bruce is content," I admitted. "He couldn't be any more content and still be alive. But I'm not sure that theory works out with men. We'd " I had no trouble when I was a captain," Nagurski said. "Ease the reins on the men. Just offer them your advice, your guidance. They will soon see why the service selected you as captain they will pick you themselves." "Did your crew voluntarily elect you as their leader?" "Then why are you First Officer under me now?" I'm a notch nearer retirement too." "Tell me, did you always feel this way about letting the men select their own leader?" "No, not always. I was like you at first. Fresh from the cosmic energy test lab, suspicious of everything, trying to tell the old hands what to do. But I learned that they are pretty smart boys they know what they are doing. You can rely on them absolutely." I leaned forward, elbows on knees. "Let me tell you longer a captain. You can't trust anything out here in space, much less human nature. Even I know that much!" is a good man," Nagurski said. "You mustn't be jealous of his reliability," Quade told me. "You keep some kind of physical contact know it has to be wrong." I turned and found Wallace, the personnel man, standing in the hatchway. "Pardon, Captain, but would you say we also lacked initiative?" "I would," I answered levelly. "Then you'll be interested to hear that Spaceman Quade took a suit and else would have been a fool to go out alone, but Quade is the most experienced man we have. He knows transphasia. Trust him." "I trusted him too far by letting him run around loose. He needs a leash in more ways than one, and I'm going to put one on him." to think things through very carefully. One mistake was too many for me. My worst fear had been that someday I would overlook one tiny flaw "We go out and find the reason." recognized in him the leader and symbol of this resentment? I threw away that idea along with my half-used cigarette. It might very well be true, but how did that help now? reasons—he was the most important member of the crew. With him around, there were only two opinions, his and mine. Without him, I'd have endless opinions to contend with. But it wouldn't do any good to go out no better equipped than he. But how would that leave us any better off than Quade? Why was Quade vulnerable in his spacesuit, as I knew from experience he would be? harmonic scale for you, and we can endure it, some of it. Figaro like to think how they would taste." "It's an entirely practical idea. Tea-tasters used to drink almond-and-barley water to sharpen their senses. I've observed that wine helps you appreciate culinary art more. Considering the mixed-up sensory data under transphasia, wine may help us to see where we are wine, telling them to use it carefully for scientific purposes only, and then they will be able to see where they are going. Yes, sir."

<question>:
What is the relationship between Gavin and the First Officer like?

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A Gavin thinks the First Officer wants to take his job
B The First Officer only interacts with Gavin using Quade as an intermediary
C Gavin trusts him so much as to go together on space expeditions, but not further
D Gavin learns important lessons in leadership from him

<answer>:

D