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 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 , she told herself fiercely. She caught herself. She had let down her guard for an instant, and a No one else could see it—yet. But Ninon could! 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 the cloth of years that would engarment her eternal youth. Ninon knew Ninon! The door chimes tinkled intimately. Ninon glanced at her watch—Robert "Ninon, my darling," he whispered huskily. Ninon did not have to make her voice throaty any more, and that annoyed "Ninon," he said, "you are so beautiful. Let me look at you for a long Again Ninon let him feel just a hint of resistance, and risked a tiny "Wait!" Ninon said, pushing him back. 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 Ninon let her gray-green eyes narrow ever so slightly as she leaned away from him. But he blundered on. "... or very old, no longer the Ninon I know ... oh, all right. But you know all this already. We've had space flight for years, but only rocket-powered, restricting us to our own system. Now we have a new kind "Will it work?" Ninon could not keep the avid greediness out of her which swept down over Ninon's shoulders. 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 flexible, of real youth. The boy did not seem to remember about the third click. Ninon was not This brought him fully awake. "I'm sorry, Ninon. You can't!" He sat up Ninon watched him with envious eyes, waiting until he was fully alert. "How old are you?" "I've told you before, darling—twenty-four." "How old do you think I am?" 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." Ninon's voice was cold. She repeated it: "I am fifty-two years old. I knew your father, before you were born." Ninon slapped him. For that Ninon could have killed him. As he turned to leave, her hand conceal the loathing she had aroused in him. "What do you want?" Ninon said, "You'll never make that flight without me.... Watch!" Venomous with triumph, Ninon's voice was harsh even to her ears. "On the moments, wordless, at Ninon. Then in defeated tones he said, "You Ninon said, "Tell me, Robert, isn't it true that if a clock recedes from wouldn't it run backwards?" The answer was curtly cautious. "It might appear to." "Then if people travel at the speed of light they won't get any older?" Robert flicked a curious glance at her. "If you could watch them from Earth they appear not to. But it's a matter of relativity...." Ninon rushed on. She had studied that book carefully. "And if people Ninon felt again for her beta-gun as he stared at her for a long minute, The young man's words seemed to imply a secret knowledge that Ninon did her muscles and joints again. No more diets. No more transfusions. No more transplantations. No more the bio-knife. She could smile again, or frown again. And after a few years she could make the trip again ... and staring at the ship, staring through the ports at Ninon where she lay, Joints creaking, muscles protesting, Ninon pushed herself up and out of and her voice was rusty and harsh. "Barely crawling, astronomically," he said shortly. "About forty-six "Then make it go faster!" she screamed. "And faster and faster—hurry! What are we waiting for?" The young spaceman swivelled about in his seat. He looked haggard and drawn from the strain of the long acceleration. Despite herself, Ninon could feel the sagging in her own face "Time! Wait! That's all I hear!" Ninon shrieked. "Do something!" up still more, till it could no longer be felt. But Ninon, as she of space. She shuddered, and knew without asking that these were stars that strength was flowing back into her muscles and bones. "Nearly twice light speed." "Faster!" she cried. "We must go much faster! I must be young again. Ninon lay in the acceleration sling, gaining strength, and—she 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 stiffness in her joints when she got to her feet again—it was just from lying in the sling so long. He did not answer, and Ninon kept on talking. "How long have we been , she told herself. After all, no other woman, ever, had gone back through the years to be young again.... Long hours she rested in the sling, gaining more strength for the day when they would land back on Earth and she could step out in all the springy vitality of a girl of twenty. And then as she watched through halfway point and was turning to speed back through space to Earth, uncounted light-years behind them—or before them. And she would still continue to grow younger and younger.... 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 Ninon snatched out the little beta-gun, then, leveled it and fired. And After a while Ninon got up again from the sling and made her way to the Robert was gone—there would be many young men, men her own age, when she got back to Earth. And that would be soon. She must rest more, and be ready. way back into the System which had borne it. Ninon watched through the But no matter—she was still Ninon. She was young and beautiful. And closed her eyes, and waited. The ship landed automatically, lowering itself to the land on a pillar of rushing flame, needing no help from its passenger. Then the flame died away—and the ship—and Ninon—rested, quietly, serenely, while the He slipped an arm around her. "Of course. You know, Nina, our scientists say that if one could travel faster than the speed of light one could live in reverse. So when we get old we'll go out in space, very, very fast, and we'll grow young again, together!" They were puffing from the rush of their excitement. "There is no one alive on the ship," they cried. "Only an old, withered, white-haired lady, lying dead ... and alone. She must have fared long and far to have lived so long, to be so old in death. Space travel must be pleasant, indeed. It made her very happy, very, very happy—for there is a smile on her face."

<question>:
If Ninon hadn't had as many procedures, what would've happened?

<options>:
A She would've dated somebody her age rather than Robert and would be happy anyway.
B She wouldn't have been able to hijack the flight because Robert wouldn't want to date someone as old as her.
C She would've looked older and probably would've felt more fulfilled.
D She wouldn't have been able to hijack the flight because her body would've been too old to take on the damage that space travel causes.

<answer>:

B