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

<passage>:
acute indigestion—tasted some of his own cooking, no doubt—when we were just one blast of a jet-tube out of Sand City spaceport. But since our ailing grub-hurler off to a hospital, and the skipper said to me, The skipper scowled at me from under a corduroy brow and fumed, "But scramble us a steak or something, Skipper." when you're running the blockade—" He stopped abruptly. But too late I had caught his slip of the tongue. I stared at him. I said, "The blockade, sir? Then you've read our The Old Man nodded soberly. "Yes. You might as well know, Lieutenant. Everyone will be told as soon as the Leo "If this is true, it means we have at last found the foothold we have been seeking "The search," interrupted an oddly high-pitched, but not unpleasant voice, "is over. Where's the galley?" "Well," he repeated impatiently, "where is it?" don't look like much of a skipper the skipper was still struggling for words: "You," I said to the little "Would I be here," he countered, "if I weren't?" "And you have your space certificate?" "I—" began the youngster. "Smart Aleck!" That was the Old Man, exploding into coherence at last. "Rat-tailed, clever-cracking little smart Aleck! Don't look like much The skipper's color subsided. So did he, grumbling. "Well, perhaps immediately— Slops! What are you doing at that table?" For the little fellow had sidled across the control-room and now, eyes gleaming inquisitively, was peering at our trajectory charts. At the skipper's roar he glanced up at us eagerly. blockade, Captain?" "None of your business!" bellowed O'Hara in tones of thunderous "Take this—this culinary tactician out of my sight before I forget I'm he said apologetically, "I didn't mean any harm, Mr. Dugan. I was just trying to help." "You must learn not to speak out of turn, youngster," I told him sternly. "The Old Man's one of the smartest space navigators who ever lifted gravs. He doesn't need the advice or suggestions of a cook." ship—Captain Slops!" hen-house and said, "The blockade! Oboyoboy! Maybe we'll tangle with had the skipper finished talking than the audio hummed and a cheerful "Soup's on! Come and get it!" He rang the bell that summoned Slops from the galley, and the little fellow came bustling in apprehensively. "Was everything all right, sir?" he asked. "Not only all right, Slops," wheezed Captain O'Hara, "but perfect! "So? Well, speak up, son, what is it? I'll get it fixed for you right "No trouble at all. Just say the word." The skipper's brow creased. about that. Not just now, at any rate. That job requires equipment we don't have aboard. After this jump is over I'll see what I can do." "Oh, I realize we don't have the regular equipment," said Slops shyly, "but I've figured out a way to get the same effect with equipment we Our little chef's face fell. "Now, that's too bad," he said discouragedly. "I was planning a special banquet for tomorrow, with The skipper's eyes bulged, and he drooled like a pup at a barbeque. all the fixings, Slops?" Maybe I was mistaken, but for a moment I suspected I caught a queer glint in our little chef's eyes it might have been gratitude, or, on the other hand, it might have been self-satisfaction. Whatever it was I must have startled him, entering unexpectedly as I did, for when I said, "Hi, there!" he jumped two feet and let loose a sissy little piping squeal. Then, crimson-faced with embarrassment, he said, "Oh, by accident, into the men's shower room and met up with a brawny young prospector—" Captain Slops said, "Er—excuse me, Lieutenant, but I have to get this marsh-duck stuffed." "Plenty of time, Slops. Wait till you hear this it will kill you. The old maid got flustered and said, 'Oh, I'm sorry! I must be in the wrong compartment—'" "I—I've got to go now, Lieutenant," shouted Slops. "Just remembered something I've got to get from stores." And without even waiting to hear the wallop at the end of my tale he fled from the galley, very pink and flustered. So there was one for the log-book! Not only did our emergency chef lack a sense of humor, but the little punk was bashful, as well! Still, it was no skin off my nose if Slops wanted to miss the funniest yarn of a too. Come on, Joe, let's get out of here before we give Slops bad dreams and goose-flesh!" Nor was hypersensitiveness Slops' worst failing. If he was squeamish about off-color jokes and such stuff, he had no compunctions whatsoever against sticking his nose in where it didn't belong. only an asker he was a teller, as well. More than once during the next nine days he forced on the skipper the same gratuitous advice which before had enraged the Old Man. By sheer perseverance he earned the title I had tagged him with: "Captain Slops." over again. "O.Q., Slops," the skipper would nod agreeably, with his mouth full afraid this is our last chance to change course—" "And for that," chuckled the Old Man, "Hooray! Pass them pancakes, son. Maybe now you'll stop shooting off about how we ought to of gone by way "Keep your pants on, Slops!" "Eh?" The chef looked startled. "Beg pardon, sir?" "I said keep your pants on. Sure, I know. And I've took precautions. The skipper choked, spluttered, and disgorged a bite of half-masticated "I know. But why didn't you tell me about Vesta before? I mean about the ekalastron deposits?" "Why—why, because—" said Slops. "Because—" He was out of his seat, bustling to the audio, buzzing Lieutenant What reason he planned to give I do not know, for he never finished that sentence. At that moment the a jumble of voices. A call for Captain O'Hara to "Come to the bridge, from the fore-gunnery port as a crew went into action ... a plaintive little shriek from somebody ... maybe from Slops himself.... Then on an ultra-wave carrier, drowning local noises beneath waves of ! Calling the captain of the "Stand by to admit a boarding party, Captain. It is futile to resist. From the bridge, topside, snarled Johnny Wainwright, "The hell with 'em, Skipper! Let's fight it out!" And elsewhere on the "Shut up, you fool! Don't you realize there's not a thing we can do but "But—but if they take us prisoners," he questioned fearfully, "what will they do with us?" The skipper got it, too. His jaw dropped. He said, "Heaven help us, enemy...." I think he would have turned, then, and given orders to continue the fight even though it meant suicide for all of us. But it was too late. Already our lock had opened to the attackers

<question>:
Why does the Skipper stop abruptly after he says "when you're running a blockade"?

<options>:
A Because he realizes he's triggering trauma for Lieutenant Dugan.
B Because he realizes he's insulting Lieutenant Dugan.
C Because he realizes that he's repeating himself.
D Because he realizes he's sharing news that he he hadn't meant to disclose so soon.

<answer>:

D