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

<passage>:
Jonathan Fawkes opened his eyes. He was flat on his back, and a girl was bending over him. He detected a frightened expression on the girl's face. His pale blue eyes traveled upward beyond the girl. The been a cinder by this time," he said. The girl didn't reply. She continued to watch him, a faint enigmatic smile on her lips. Jonathan glanced away in embarrassment. He wished that pretty women didn't upset him so. He said nervously, "Where am I? I couldn't have slept all the way to Jupiter." "Has it been that long? We lost track of time." She didn't take her eyes off him, not for a second. Such attention made him acutely self "I think so," he said. Jonathan Fawkes fidgeted uncomfortably. He would rather pilot a space ship through a meteor field than face twenty-seven young women. They were the only thing in the Spaceways of which he was in awe. Then he She said: "Get down!" Her voice was agitated. She flung herself on her stomach and began to crawl away from the wreck. Jonathan Fawkes stared after her stupidly. "Get down!" she reiterated in a furious voice. He let himself to his hands and knees. "Ouch!" he said. He felt like foremost over the edge. Jonathan tumbled after her. He hit the bottom, winced, scrambled to his feet. The girl started at a trot for the hills. Jonathan, groaning at each step, hobbled beside her. "Why won't the Centaurs follow us into the hills?" he panted. were here." Jonathan turned around, started back for the space ship. "Where are you going?" cried Ann in alarm. The girl flicked up her spear, nicked his neck with the point of it. "We are going to the camp," she said. Jonathan threw himself down backwards, kicked the girl's feet out from under her. Like a cat he scrambled up and wrenched the spear away. A voice shouted: "What's going on there?" them from up the canyon. Her bare legs flashed like ivory. She was barefooted, and she had black hair. A green cloth was wrapped around her sarong fashion. She bounced to a stop in front of Jonathan, her brown eyes wide in surprise. He thought her sarong had been a table cloth at one time in its history. "Don't let him get away!" cried Ann. A third girl skidded around the bend in the canyon. Jonathan backed off warily. Ann Clotilde cried in anguish: "Don't let him get away!" Jonathan chose the centaurs. He wheeled around, dashed back the way Jonathan was game, but the nine husky amazons pinned him down by sheer weight. They bound him hand and foot. Then four of them picked him up " He recognized it as a popular song of three years ago. Jonathan had never been so humiliated in his life. He was known in the "Let him down," said Ann. "We can catch him, anyway, if he makes a break." Jonathan Fawkes' humiliation was complete. He meekly trudged between two husky females, who ogled him shamelessly. He was amazed at the ease with which they had carried him. He was six feet three and no light picked his way gingerly, hugged the rock. "Don't be afraid," advised one of his captors. "Just don't look down." "I'm not afraid," said Jonathan hotly. To prove it he trod the narrow A half dozen beasts were trotting beneath on the plain. At first, Jonathan mistook them for horses. Then he saw that from the withers up they resembled men. Waists, shoulders, arms and heads were identical to resumed their march. Jonathan scrambled up hills, skidded down slopes. The brunette was beside him helping him over the rough spots. "I'm Olga," she confided. "Has anybody ever told you what a handsome fellow you are?" She pinched his cheek. Jonathan blushed. They climbed a ridge, paused at the crest. Below them, he saw a deep "Oh, Olga," said a strapping brunette. "Who'd ever thought a man could look so good?" "I did," said Olga. She chucked Jonathan under the chin. He shivered like an unbroken colt when the bit first goes in its mouth. He felt seated before they took their places. He felt silly. He felt like a captive princess. All the confidence engendered by the familiar settings of the space ship went out of him like wind. He, Jonathan "Or me?" cried another. And the table was in an uproar. The rawboned woman who had summoned them to dinner, pounded the table until the cups and plates danced. Jonathan had gathered that she was called Billy. "Quiet!" She shrieked in her loud strident voice. "Let him be. He can't go anywhere for a few days. He's just been through a wreck. He needs rest." She turned to Jonathan who had shrunk down in his chair. "How about some roast?" she said. movement pulled his muscles like a rack. Furthermore, an overpowering lassitude was threatening to pop him off to sleep before their eyes. "You look exhausted," said Ann. Jonathan dragged himself back from the edge of sleep. "Just tired," he mumbled. "Haven't had a good night's rest since I left Mars." Indeed it was only by the most painful effort that he kept awake at all. His girls and he wants to sleep." "He is asleep," said the green-eyed blonde. Jonathan was slumped forward across the table, his head buried in his arms. "Catch a hold," said Billy, pushing back from the table. A dozen girls yellow hair back from her eyes. "His feet have swollen. We'll have to cut them off." At these words, Jonathan raised upright as if someone had pulled a rope. " Cut off whose feet? "Hot, isn't it?" he said. He started to rise. Ann Clotilde placed the flat of her hand on his chest and shoved. " Ooof! "Don't get up because of me," she informed him. "It's my turn to cook, but I saw you out here beneath the trees. Dinner can wait. Jonathan do you know that you are irresistible?" She seized his shoulders, stared into his eyes. He couldn't have felt any more uncomfortable had a "Sure enough?" said Jonathan with involuntary interest. He began to recover his nerve. She said, "You're the best looking thing." She rumpled his hair. "I can't keep my eyes off you." Jonathan put his arm around her gingerly. "Ouch!" He winced. He had forgotten his sore muscles. "I forgot," said Ann Clotilde in a contrite voice. She tried to rise. "You're hurt." He pulled her back down. "Not so you could notice it," he grinned. glad to hear that!" Jonathan leaped to his feet, dumping Ann to the ground. He jerked around. All twenty-six of the girls were lined up on the path. Their features were grim. He said: "I don't feel so well after all." "It don't wash," said Billy. "It's time for a showdown." Jonathan's hair stood on end. He felt rather than saw Ann Clotilde take "You have not," snapped Billy. "You'll do just as we say." She took a step toward him. Jonathan edged away in consternation. "He's going to run!" Olga shouted. Jonathan never stopped until he was back in the canyon leading to the plain. His nerves were jumping like fleas. He craved the soothing They glanced at each other in perplexity. "I like it here," continued Jonathan. "I'm not going back." "What?" cried the three explorers in one breath. ." Jonathan laughed outright. "You are sure you won't return, young man?" He shook his head. They argued, they cajoled, but Jonathan was adamant.

<question>:
Why was Ann worried after she met Jonathan?

<options>:
A She thought they might get captured by local inhabitants
B They were traveling through a meteor field
C She saw Jonathan was covered in bruises
D She could tell Jonathan was uncomfortable

<answer>:

A