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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"Ivy?" Stand by for T.R.S. Aphrodite , butt of the Space Cob waved an expressive arm in the air. "But dammit, man, I thought...." "The answer is no . Ivy's a nice girl ... but...." He paused and Navy. She's got something terrific in her guts and only her ice-cold lady engineer can coax it out of her! He shrugged. "Who wants a wife that ranks you?" sighed. "Since she was promoted to her father's old rank ... well...." "Never thought of that," mused Cob. For a long while he was silent "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, . She generally sent them Earthside with nervous breakdowns in half that time. "The same." Strike sighed. "Well, now, Cob, I'll tell you. You'll be spacing with me and I guess you've a right to know the worst ... not that you wouldn't find it out anyway. I come from a long line of very sharp happened when I came into the picture. I don't fit with the rest of them. Call it luck or temperament or what have you. "In the first place I seem to have an uncanny talent for saying the wrong thing to the wrong person. Gorman for example. And I take too danger...." "The Procyon A people?" asked Cob. We celebrated a bit too freely." Cob Whitley looked admiringly at his new Commander. "That was the night Aphrodite's 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 Cob nodded agreement. "The last of her class." And she was not an inspiring sight. The fantastically misnamed Aphrodite Aphrodite's , and the prototype ... old Aphrodisiac. The All three were miserable failures. The eager officers commanding the three monitors had found the circuit too appealing to their hot little hands. They used it ... in some way, wrongly. The Aphrodite's Cob shrugged. "Celia's the only officer. But about a quarter of our ratings are women." He grinned maliciously. "Equal rights, you know." "No doubt," commented the other sourly. "Is that why they named rheostat. "Looks like a drug-store fountain, doesn't it?" commented Cob. Hendricks, I. V. Hendricks, is what the orders say." Cob thought hard for a moment and then shrugged his shoulders. "I. V. Hendricks." He shook his head. "Don't know him." 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 obvious trimness of her figure. certain that the refrigeration units are checked, Mister Wilkins, especially in the hydroponic cells. Pure air is going to be important." girl in the doorway. Cob's face was sober, but hidden amusement was kindling behind his I-vy Hendricks?" to think ... a senile incompetent." Strike was perplexed, and he showed it. "Why, certainly ... uh ... Miss ... but why should you be so...." 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 And finally, Ivy hated old Brass-bottom Gorman even more than Strike 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. Aphrodite's and the Atropos . The two 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 Atropos 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 weight and balance. Ivy went about her work on the bridge without speaking, and Strike made no attempt to brighten her sudden depression. message and passed it to Ivy Hendricks with a shake of his head. , he won't let go that line even if he fries himself." Ivy's eyes snapped angrily. "That's not what I meant, and you know it! the woodwork ... very messily, too." "Let me understand you, Ivy," said Strike in a flat voice. "What you skyhigh three times out of three. Very neat." 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 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 Whitley shrugged. "If you say so, Strike. It's good enough for me." Celia Graham left the bridge shaking her head. "We'll all be dead soon. And me so young and pretty." Strike turned to the squawk-box. "Evans!" "Evans here," came the reply. and hold it. Send your dope up to Evans and tell him to send us a range estimate." "Yes, Captain," the girl replied crisply. "Yes, sir!" The girl switched off. "And now you, Miss Hendricks." "Take over Control ... and Ivy...." "Yes?" "Don't kill us off." He smiled down at her. She nodded silently and took her place at the control panel. Smoothly and the Atropos of hot metal. Ivy's blouse clung to her body, soaked through with Carefully, Ivy circled the two warships. From the starboard tube on Like cosmic replicas of the ancient South American "bolas," the three Aphrodite's Ivy fought her reeling senses and the bucking ship as the slack came panel. " Ivy! space slowed. Stopped. With painful deliberation, they swung into line. More power. The whine changed to a shriek. A banshee wail. Cob's voice came through the squawk-box, soberly. "Strike, Celia's fainted down here. We can't take much more of this heat." the stops, and black space burst over his brain.... The last thing he remembered was a voice. It sounded like Bayne's. And that was all. The space-tug Scylla found them. Lachesis , and old Aphrodisiac ... lashed together and drifting in space. Every man and woman aboard out cold from the acceleration, and Aphrodite's "All right," said Strike, setting down his glass. "What's on your mind, Cob? Something's eating you." "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>:
Of the following choices, which best describes Ivy?

<options>:
A beautiful and feminine
B independent and determined
C confident and myopic
D quiet and smart

<answer>:

B