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

<passage>:
Ninon stretched. And purred, almost. There was something lazily catlike in her flexing languid, yet ferally alert. The silken softness of her couch yielded to her body as she rubbed against it in sensual delight. There was almost the litheness of youth in her movements. It was true that some of her joints seemed to have a hint of stiffness in them, but only she knew it. And if some of the muscles beneath her polished skin did not respond with quite the resilience of the youth they once had, only knew that, too. But they would again , she told herself fiercely. She caught herself. She had let down her guard for an instant, and a frown had started. She banished it imperiously. Frowns—just one frown—could start a wrinkle! And nothing was as stubborn as a wrinkle. Again the frown almost came, and again she scourged it fiercely into the back of her mind. Time was her enemy. But she had had other enemies, and philosopher had said, "If you can't whip 'em, join 'em!" Crude, but apt. Ninon wanted to smile. But smiles made wrinkles, too. She was content to feel that sureness of power in her grasp—the certain knowledge that she, first of all people, would turn Time on itself and destroy it. She would be youthful again. She would thread through the ages to come, like a silver needle drawing a golden filament through the layer on layer of the cloth of years that would engarment her eternal youth. Ninon knew Ninon! The door chimes tinkled intimately. Ninon glanced at her watch—Robert was on time. She arose from the couch, made sure that the light was behind her at just the right angle so he could see the outlines of her figure through the sheerness of her gown, then went to the door and opened it. A young man stood there. Young, handsome, strong, his eyes aglow with the desire he felt, Ninon knew, when he saw her. He took one quick step forward to clasp her in his strong young arms. her too. Once she had had to do it deliberately. But now, through the years, it had deepened. "Not yet, Robert," she whispered. She let him feel the slight but firm resistance so nicely calculated to breach his own watched the deepening flush of his cheeks with the clinical sureness that a thousand such experiences with men had given her. Then, "Come in, Robert," she said, moving back a step. "I've been waiting for you." She noted, approvingly, that Robert was in his spaceman's uniform, ready Again Ninon let him feel just a hint of resistance, and risked a tiny pout. "If you could just take me with you, Robert...." Ninon said, "But that's three hours, Robert." "Yes, Ninon.... Oh, yes." The young spaceman's eyes were puzzled, hurt. "But Ninon, I've told you "Will it work?" Ninon could not keep the avid greediness out of her voice. Robert said, hesitantly, "We think it will. I'll know better by this This time Ninon permitted herself a wrinkling smile. If she was right, and she knew she was, it could make no difference now. There would be no wrinkles—there would be only the soft flexible skin, naturally soft and Robert fought back from the stubborn grasp of sleep. "So soon?" he This brought him fully awake. "I'm sorry, Ninon. You can't!" He sat up reached for the jacket he had tossed over on a chair. Ninon watched him with envious eyes, waiting until he was fully alert. "Robert!" she said, and the youth paused at the sharpness of her voice. "How old are you?" "How old do you think I am?" He gazed at her in silent curiosity for a moment, then said, "Come to think of it, you've never told me. About twenty-two or -three, I'd say." "Tomorrow is my birthday. I'll be fifty-two." He stared at her in shocked amazement. Then, as his gaze went over the smooth lines of her body, the amazement gave way to disbelief, and he chuckled. "The way you said it, Ninon, almost had me believing you. You can't possibly be that old, or anywhere near it. You're joking." knew your father, before you were born." This time she could see that he believed it. The horror he felt was easy to read on his face while he struggled to speak. "Then ... God help me ... I've been making love to ... an old woman!" His voice was low, Ninon slapped him. He swayed slightly, then his features froze as the red marks of her fingers traced across his left cheek. At last he bowed, mockingly, and said, "Your pardon, Madame. I forgot myself. My father taught me to be respectful to my elders." of her gown. But the driving force of her desire made her stay her hand. "Robert!" she said in peremptory tones. The youth paused at the door and glanced back, making no effort to conceal the loathing she had aroused in him. "What do you want?" Ninon said, "You'll never make that flight without me.... Watch!" changed, went blank for a moment, then figures appeared again. On the couch were she and a man, middle-aged, dignified in appearance, Ninon said, "Tell me, Robert, isn't it true that if a clock recedes from poised, towering like a spire, in the center of the blast-off basin. And added, "I think I shall enjoy this trip, Madame, more than you will." The young man's words seemed to imply a secret knowledge that Ninon did not possess. A sudden chill of apprehension rippled through her, and almost she turned back. But no ... there was the ship! There was youth and beauty and the admiration of men, real admiration. Suppleness in her muscles and joints again. No more diets. No more transfusions. No more transplantations. No more the bio-knife. She could smile again, or drawn from the strain of the long acceleration. Despite herself, Ninon could feel the sagging in her own face the sunkenness of her eyes. She felt tired, hating herself for it—hating having this young man see her. knew—youth. Her lost youth, coming back, to be spent all over again. How wonderful! No woman in all of time and history had ever done it. She would be immortal forever young and lovely. She hardly noticed the ready. But she could eat but a few mouthfuls. It's the excitement , she told herself. After all, no other woman, ever, had gone back through the years to be young again.... looking much younger, Robert," she said. "Yes, I think you are becoming quite boyish, almost childish, in appearance." He nodded slightly. "You may be right," he said. "I must have a mirror," she cried. "I must see for myself how much younger I have become. I'll hardly recognize myself...." "There is no mirror," he told her. "No mirror? But how can I see...." Ninon felt her face go white and stiff with rage. "What do you mean?" Robert said, coldly brutal, "You're looking your age, Ninon. Every year the spot gleam enough so that she could use it for a mirror. She polished a long time, until at last she could see a ghostly reflection of her face in the rubbed spot. Yes, unquestionably she was younger, more beautiful. Unquestionably Time was being kind to her, giving her back her youth. She was not sorry that wherever she landed there would be excitement and rushing about as she told her story. And men would flock to her. Young, handsome men! A murmur went through the crowd, and some moved farther back for safety, watching with alert curiosity. indeed. It made her very happy, very, very happy—for there is a smile on her face."

<question>:
How did Robert react to Ninon’s plan?

<options>:
A He was delighted to have her as a companion because he loved her
B He was shocked that she had masterminded a way onto the flight
C He was shocked to realize she had training to fly in space
D He was not surprised, as he had suspected her for some time

<answer>:

B