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

<passage>:
"Ivy?" Jinx Ship To The Rescue By ALFRED COPPEL, JR. T.R.S. Aphrodite , butt of the Space Navy. She's got something terrific in her guts and only her ice-cold lady engineer can coax it out of her! Cob looked away. "I thought that you and she ... well, I thought that . Ivy's a nice girl ... but...." He paused and "The answer is no Stand by for Strike shook his head. "She's gone to the Bureau of Ships with a when we got back ... well...." "It looks," he commented bitterly, "like a pregnant carp." Senior Lieutenant Coburn Whitley—"Cob" to his friends—nodded in agreement. "That's our Lover-Girl ... old Aphrodisiac herself. The ship with the poison personality." Cob was the Aphrodite's Executive, and he had been with her a full year ... which was a record for Execs on the Aphrodite . She generally sent them Earthside with nervous breakdowns in half that time. "Tell me, Captain," continued Cob curiously, "how does it happen "I begin to see what you mean, Captain." nether belly affectionately. "She's old ... but she's loose. And we're not likely to meet any Ambassadors or Admirals with her, either." Strykalski sighed, still thinking of his sleek Ganymede formative stage, and at the time of the Aphrodite's Her designer, Harlan Hendricks, had been awarded a Legion of Merit for her, and every silver-braided admiral in the Fleet had dreamed of hoisting his flag on one of her class. There had been three. The Artemis had set off hostilities between the Ionians and the Solarian Combine. And the Aphrodite's Regulations, tradition and Admiral Gorman of the Inner Planet Fleet required it. And it was now up to David Farragut Strykalski III to see to it that she did.... The Officer of the Deck, a trim blonde girl in spotless greys saluted smartly as Strike and Cob stepped through the valve. Strike felt vaguely uncomfortable. He knew, of course, that at least a Fleet was female, but he had never actually had women on board a ship of his own, and he felt quite certain that he preferred them elsewhere. ratings are women." He grinned maliciously. "Equal rights, you know." "No doubt," commented the other sourly. "Is that why they named this ... ship 'Aphrodite'?" Whitley saw fit to consider the question rhetorical and remained silent. "Orders, Captain?" "We can't do anything until the new Engineering Officer gets here. They're sending someone down from the T.R.S. Aphrodite were in conference with the Captain when Cob and the girl at his side reached the flying bridge. She was tall and dark-haired with regular features and pale blue eyes. She wore a service jumper with two silver stripes on the "Uh ... welcome aboard, Miss Hendricks," was all the Captain could find to say. The girl's eyes were cold and unfriendly. "Thank you, Captain." Her voice was like cracked ice tinkling in a glass. "If I may have your permission to inspect the drives, Captain, I Strike was perplexed, and he showed it. "Why, certainly ... uh ... Miss ... but why should you be so...." The girl's voice was even colder than before as she said, "Harlan Hendricks, Captain, is my father." A week in space had convinced Strike that he commanded a jinx ship. Jetting sunward from Venus, the cantankerous Aphrodite rumbled on toward the orbit of Mercury.... For all the tension between the occupants of the flying-bridge, Strike and Ivy Hendricks worked well together. And after a second week in space, a reluctant admiration was replacing the resentment between them. Ivy spent whatever time she could spare tinkering with her father's pet surge-circuit and Strike began to realize that there was little she did not know about spaceship engineering. Then, too, Ivy spent a lot of time at the controls, and Strike was forced to admit that he had never seen a finer job of piloting done by man or woman. did. She felt that Gorman had ruined her father's career, and she was dedicating her life to proving her father right and Brass-bottom wrong. There's nothing in the cosmos to nurture friendship like a common enemy. At 30,000,000 miles from the sun, the Aphrodite's dreadnaughts were engaged in coronary research patrol ... a purely routine business. But the thing that made Strike curse under his breath was Celia Graham's notation that the Space Admiral Horatio Gorman, Cominch Inplan. Strike thought it a pity that old Brass-bottom couldn't fall into Hell's hottest pit ... and he told Ivy so. And she agreed. Old Aphrodisiac had reached perihelion when it happened. The thermometer stood at 135° and tempers were snapping. Cob and Celia Graham had tangled about some minor point concerning Lover-Girl's weight and balance. Ivy went about her work on the bridge without speaking, and Strike made no attempt to brighten her sudden depression. Lachesis had a line on the sister dreadnaught and was valiantly trying to pull the heavy vessel to safety, but even the thundering Lachesis' mighty drive wasn't enough to break Sol's deathgrip on the battleship. I said something of the sort myself, but there are other men on those ships. And, if I know Captain Varni on the Lachesis , he won't let go the woodwork ... very messily, too." "Let me understand you, Ivy," said Strike in a flat voice. "What you are suggesting is that I risk my ship and the lives of all of us trying There were tears bright in Ivy Hendricks' eyes and she sounded desperate. "But we can save those ships! We can, I know we can! My father designed this ship! I know every rivet of her! Those idiots off Callisto didn't know what they were doing. These ships needed specially trained men. Father told them that! And I'm trained! I can take her in and save those ships!" Her expression turned to one of disgust. "Or are you afraid?" "Frankly, Ivy, I haven't enough sense to be afraid. But are you so certain that we can pull this off? If I make a mistake this time ... it'll be the last. For all of us." "We can do it," said Ivy Hendricks simply. Strike turned to Cob. "What do you say, Cob? Shall we make it hotter in and hold it. Send your dope up to Evans and tell him to send us a range estimate." "Yes, Captain," the girl replied crisply. "And now you, Miss Hendricks." "Yes, Captain?" Her voice was low. "Take over Control ... and Ivy...." "Yes?" "Don't kill us off." He smiled down at her. Carefully, Ivy circled the two warships. From the starboard tube on together. Ivy fought her reeling senses and the bucking ship as the slack came Ivy! Lachesis , and old Aphrodisiac ... lashed together and drifting in space. Every man and woman aboard out cold from the acceleration, and Aphrodite's tanks bone dry. But they "All I said to him...." "I know. I know what you said ... and it won't bear repeating. But you're not fooling me. You've fallen for old Lover-Girl and you don't want to leave her. Ver-ry commendable. Loyal! Stout fellah! But what about Ivy?"

<question>:
Does it seem like there's a romantic component to Ivy and the Captain's relationship?

<options>:
A Yes, they both show feelings for each other but they have yet to enter a relationship
B Possible, Ivy has feelings for him by the end but it remains unclear
C No, they're just coworkers and nothing more is addressed beyond that
D Possibly, the Captain has feelings for her by the end but it remains unclear

<answer>:

D