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

<passage>:
THE STOKER When you've had your ears pinned Know him? Yes, I know him— him. That aloof, dashing in, whirling, shooting across the field to their ship and back like wild horsemen on the plains Everybody knows him now. Everybody was twenty years ago. The stoker was coming down on his throat, his major's insignia glittering at his shoulders, the battle stripes on his sleeves. I couldn't really describe him to all followed him with their eyes. "We've got to stop him," Mac steady and his body was hard. What did he look like? He looked like a see—the stoker, and the Jek, who did not stand as tall. MacReidie and The Jek was coal black, his scales glittering in the cold sunlight, his hatchet-face inscrutable. He stopped when the stoker was a few paces away. The stoker stopped, too. All the Jeks were watching him and paying no attention to anything else. The field might as well have been empty except for those two. "They'll kill him. They'll kill him right now," MacReidie whispered. the gentler wiser races in the stars, and a sure bet to steal their galaxy and corrupt it forever. Where like mayflies in the wind. We died in droves, and we retreated from the before that," the stoker said. "I was lived. That way, we were permitted to carry on our little concerns, and mind our manners. The Jeks and the Lud and the Nosurwey returned to their own affairs, and we knew they would leave us alone so long as we didn't bother them. We liked it that way. Understand knuckle under with waiting murder in our hearts—we wiped out like the upstarts the rest loudly: "What do you mean, you're going with the Jeks?" "I signed on their ship," the stoker said. "Stoking. They've got a micro-nuclear drive. It's been a while since of the Universe thought us to be. make out all right, even with the screwball way they've got it set up." "Huh?" The stoker shrugged. "Ships are years ago. I was a little, pudgy voice. I was a typical Earthman. We were out on a God-forsaken man with short breath and a high-pitched The stoker shook his head. "No while. It ought to be interesting," he said. same things I'd seen. He shook his head. "Not for you. The only thing we're short on is stokers." You wouldn't know. There's no such thing as a stoker any more, with be bothering me, but I think perhaps he could. "Nothing," I said, and that was that, except MacReidie was always a took off in the morning. The stoker wear suits, smelling themselves for sat when the drive arced. Serenus was aren't you?" MacReidie nodded. "That's right. But—" "I'll stoke." MacReidie looked over toward me and frowned. I shrugged my shoulders We heard about our stoker, occasionally. and the Nosurwey, and some people beyond them, getting along, going to all kinds of places. Pay no attention the war sat and stared down into their glasses, waiting for night to fall so they could go out into the alleys and have drunken fights among and out here there was something disquieting about it. He'd caught Mac's look and turned his head to me. "I'll stoke," he repeated. I didn't know what to say. MacReidie and I—almost all of the men when they were in trouble. I wonder if he sang dirty songs in that bad voice of his, to people who couldn't was on him, but not on us. I couldn't meet his eyes. "O.K. by me," I mumbled at last. I saw MacReidie's mouth turn down at the corners. But he couldn't gainsay the man any more than I could. MacReidie wasn't a mumbling possibly understand what the songs were about. All I know is, for some quietly away. He wrapped a hand around the cable on a cargo hook and rode into the hold on top of some place he died in, finally, if he'd tried it. So, I don't know. The older I get, the less I know. The thing people remember the stoker for—the thing that makes him famous, and, I think, annoys him—I'm fairly sure is only did anything. If he meant to. I wish I could be sure of the exact answer he found in the bottom of that last Serenus , and began it all. and control. That left very little for the people, who were crammed in any way they could be. I said empty bunk. What I meant was, empty during my sleep shift. That meant he a soft chair, and him down in the engine room, broiling in a suit for twelve hours. you can call that rubbing elbows with greatness, if you want to. He was a very quiet man. Quiet in the way he moved and talked. When we were both climbing into our think that one day, in a bar, on a day that seemed like all the rest to He takes his opinions fast and strong. He's a good man—is, or I haven't seen him for a long while—but he liked things simple. in the Order Book?" he asked. "Just the usual. Keep a tight watch and proceed cautiously." "That new stoker," Mac said. the Universe, unfit to mingle with the stoker. The mark was on him, as One last brawl. When they cut him down—do you suppose they'll stop with him? They'll kill us, and then they'll go in and stamp Earth flat! You know it as well as I do." Not from the stoker, not from Mac. rid of it, if you follow what I mean about his kind of man. "Easy! Easy—nothing's easy. I hate this life," he said in a murderous voice. "I don't know why I keep from Communications. "Turn up your Intercom volume," he said. "The stoker's jamming the circuit." I kicked the selector switch over, —so there we were at a million per, and the air was gettin' thick. The Skipper says 'Cheer up, brave boys, we'll—' " He was singing. He had a terrible voice, but he could carry a tune, and he was hammering it out at the top of his lungs. " were ... " The crew were chuckling into their own chest phones. I could hear Daniels trying to cut him off. But he intercom, but it made the crew feel good. When the crew feels good, the ship runs right, and it had been a long time since they'd been happy. He went on for another twenty minutes. Then his voice thinned out, and I heard him cough a little. " He said the last part in a Master's voice. simply didn't know about. The mark and the drive was purring along the way it should have been. It hadn't He didn't know how to play it, and it sounded like a dog howling. "Sing, will you!" somebody yelled. He grinned and went back to the "Good Ship ." It wasn't good, but it was loud. From that, we went to "Starways, Farways, and Barways," and "The Freefall Song." Somebody middle of taking off his shirt. He stood there, looking out the porthole, and forgot I was there. I heard him reciting something, softly, under his breath, and I stepped a little closer. This is what it was: Slowly in sunlight gleaming With silver hue upon the blue. And the universe waits, dreaming. " For men must go where the flame-winds blow, The gas clouds softly plaiting Where stars are spun and worlds begun, And men will find them waiting. " The song that roars where the rocket soars is. And the stoker had saved the I think what kept anything from happening between MacReidie and the stoker, or anyone else and the stoker, was that it would have meant MacReidie worried, I'm sure. I worried, sometimes. But nothing happened.

<question>:
Which word does NOT describe the stoker's character?

<options>:
A Hard working
B Resilient
C Aggressive
D Quiet

<answer>:

C