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

<passage>:
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] When the Great Galactic Union first encounters "Another idiotic scheme to waste my money," Snithian snapped. "I've at a table. He seemed to remember reading something about it in a looked ordinary enough: Two men in gray coveralls, one slender and balding, the other shorter and round-faced. Neither of them noticed "Fathead's gonna be pleased." "A very gratifying consignment," his companion said. "However, we'd best hurry, Manny. How much time have we left on this charge?" "Plenty. Fifteen minutes anyway." Manny looked. "Yeah, nice use of values," he conceded. "But I still prefer nood dames, Fiorello." "Manny, sometimes I think your aspirations—" clattered to the floor. Dan stood, cleared his throat. "Uh...." "Oh-oh," Manny said. "A double-cross." "I've—ah—been expecting you gentlemen," Dan said. "I—" "I told you we couldn't trust no guy with nine fingers on each hand," Manny whispered hoarsely. He moved toward the cage. "Let's blow, Fiorello." "Wait a minute," Dan said. "Before you do anything hasty—" "Don't start nothing, Buster," Manny said cautiously. "We're plenty "Paintings? Look, it was all a mistake. Like, we figured this was the gent's room—" "Never mind, Manny," Fiorello cut in. "It appears there's been a leak." Dan shook his head. "No leak. I simply deduced—" "Look, Fiorello," Manny said. "You chin if you want to I'm doing a fast fade." "Don't act hastily, Manny. You know where you'll end." Fiorello. "Listen, I figured out—" "Pretty clever!" Kelly's voice barked. "Inside job. But it takes more than the likes of you to out-fox an old-timer like Eddie Kelly." "Perhaps you were right, Manny," Fiorello said. "Complications are arising. We'd best depart with all deliberate haste." He edged toward the cage. "What about this ginzo?" Manny jerked a thumb toward Dan. "He's on to us." "Can't be helped." Dan whirled to the cot, grabbed up the pistol Kelly had supplied. He aimed it at Manny. "You stay here, Manny! I'm going with Fiorello in the time machine." "Are you nuts?" Manny demanded. "I'm flattered, dear boy," Fiorello said, "but—" "Let's get moving. Kelly will have that lock open in a minute." "You can't leave me here!" Manny spluttered, watching Dan crowd into the cage beside Fiorello. "We'll send for you," Dan said. "Let's go, Fiorello." The balding man snatched suddenly for the gun. Dan wrestled with him. The pistol fell, bounced on the floor of the cage, skidded into the aside Fiorello's elbow caught him in the mouth. Manny staggered back into the arms of Kelly, bursting red-faced into the vault. "Manny!" Fiorello released his grip on Dan, lunged to aid his companion. Kelly passed Manny to one of three cops crowding in on his heels. Dan clung to the framework as Fiorello grappled with Kelly. A cop pushed past them, spotted Dan, moved in briskly for the pinch. Dan Hastily he reversed the control. Operating a time machine was tricky business. One little slip, and the Slane molecules would be squeezing in among brick and mortar particles.... "Who're you?" a bass voice demanded from somewhere near the floor. "I'm ... I'm ... Dan Slane ... your honor." "What happened to Manny and Fiorello?" "They—I—There was this cop. Kelly—" "Oh-oh." The brown eyes blinked deliberately. The many-fingered hands "How ... what...?" swiveled to a small refrigerator, removed an immense bottle fitted with a nipple and turned back to Dan. "Now, I got a proposition which may be of some interest to you. The loss of Manny and Fiorello is a serious blow, but we may yet recoup the situation. You made the scene at a most opportune time. What I got in mind is, with those two clowns out of the "You mean you want me to take over operating the time machine?" "Time machine?" The brown eyes blinked alternately. "I fear some confusion exists. I don't quite dig the significance of the term." here in. You want me—" "Time machine," the voice repeated. "Some sort of chronometer, perhaps?" "Huh?" "I pride myself on my command of the local idiom, yet I confess the time machine?" "Well, it's what you use to travel through time." The brown eyes blinked in agitated alternation. "Apparently I've loused up my investigation of the local cultural background. I had no idea "But—don't you have a time machine? I mean, isn't that one?" "That? That's merely a carrier. Now tell me more about your time machines. A fascinating concept! My superiors will be delighted at this development—and astonished as well. They regard this planet as Endsville." new sources of novelty items for the impulse-emporiums of the entire Secondary Quadrant." "But the way Manny and Fiorello came sailing in through the wall! That has to be a time machine they were riding in. Nothing else could just materialize out of thin air like that." "You seem to have a time-machine fixation, Dan," Blote said. "You shouldn't assume, just because you people have developed time travel, that everyone has. Now—" Blote's voice sank to a bass whisper—"I'll you with a time machine?" Blote waggled a stubby forefinger at Dan. "I dislike pointing it out, Dan, but you are in a rather awkward position at the moment. Illegal desk, and rolled one eye, bugging the other at Dan. "Ah, let me see," Dan temporized. "Time machine. Time machine—" "Don't attempt to weasel on me, Dan," Blote rumbled ominously. "Time, time. Let's see...." He brightened. "Time, Incorporated local "Both," Dan said. "I'll just nip over and—" "That won't be necessary, Dan," Blote said. "I'll accompany you." He took the directory, studied it. they do time...." He tugged at a lever suddenly the machine veered left, flickered through a barred door, came to a halt. Two nebulous wrong— The scene fluoresced, sparks crackling, then popped into sharp focus. Blote scrambled out, brown eyes swivelling to take in the concrete "Grab him!" someone yelled. Blote recoiled, threshing his ambulatory members in a fruitless attempt to regain the carrier as Manny and Fiorello closed in. Dan hauled at a lever. He caught a last glimpse of three struggling, blue-lit figures as the carrier shot away through the cell wall. "My error. This is the Anglic colonial sector, isn't it? Stupid of me. Permit me to introduce myself. I'm Dzhackoon, Field Agent of Class five, Inter-dimensional Monitor Service."

<question>:
What does Blote's reaction to Dan's mentioning of a time machine demonstrate about where Manny and Fiorello came from?

<options>:
A Manny and Fiorello were also from planet Earth, hence Blote's confusion about time-travelling.
B Manny and Fiorello were from the future, but Blote did not want Dan to find out.
C Manny and Fiorello were from another dimension, which was denoted by Blote's unfamiliarity with time-travel.
D Manny and Fiorello were from another planet, given by Blote's confusion about time-travelling.

<answer>:

A