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

<passage>:
leathery-tentacled, chlorine-breathing to and examine their find. Ivy wanted samples and though no one said it in so many words ... no one was anxious for another encounter close at hand to probe. Anthropoid inquisitiveness prevailed. "Tethys isn't so bad," protested Strike. Cob raised a hand to his eyes as though to blot out the sight of that distant moonlet. "Not so bad, he says! All you care about is seeing Ivy Hendricks again, I know you! Tethys!" Strike made a passing effort to look stern and failed. "You mean Captain Hendricks, don't you, Mister Whitley? Captain Hendricks of Project Warp?" another round of drinks from the red-skinned Martian tending bar and turned on his stool to survey the small dance floor. The music and the subdued lights made him think of Ivy Hendricks. He really wanted to see her again. It had been a long time since that memorable flight when they had worked together to pull Admiral Gorman's flagship Atropos out of a tight spot on a perihelion run. Ivy was good to work with ... good to be around. But there was apparently more to this transfer than just Ivy pulling wires to see him again. Things were tense in the System since Probe Aphrodisiac didn't take kindly to innovations. At least she never had crew ran Lover-Girl. Old Aphrodisiac's family was a select community. peremptorily. Here was something, apparently, of a family matter. "Well, I can't see anything to worry about, Skipper," she said when he had explained. "I should think you'd be glad of a chance to see Ivy again." Cob Whitley leaned precariously forward on his bar-stool to wag a Hendricks has cooked up for Lover-Girl, and you know the old carp likes to be treated with respect." He affected a very knowing expression. "Besides, we shouldn't be gallivanting around testing Ivy's electronic eyelash-curlers when the Eridans are likely to be swooshing around old companionways, bawling incomprehensible orders. And her crew watched in mute dismay. They had nothing to say about it... Ivy Hendricks rose from her desk as Strike came into her Engineering Office. There was a smile on her face as she extended her hand. "It's good to see you again, Strike." Hendricks he remembered. She was still calm, still lovely, and still very, very competent. "I've missed you, Ivy." Strike wasn't just being polite, either. Then he grinned. "Lover-Girl's missed you, too. There never has been an Engineering Officer that could get the performance out of her cranky hulk the way you used to!" "It's a good thing," returned Ivy, still smiling, "that I'll be back at my old job for a while, then." Strykalski raised his eyebrows inquisitively. Before Ivy could explain, Cob and Celia Graham burst noisily into the room and the greetings began again. Ivy, as a former member of the Cleopatra's crew, was one chosen?" added Celia curiously. Ivy Hendricks nodded. "We've stumbled on a laboratory effect that warps space. We plan to reproduce it in portable form on the Cleopatra "I'll answer that," offered Strike, "Lover-Girl's a surge circuit monitor, and it's a safe bet this operation takes plenty of power." He looked over to Ivy. "Am I right?" "Right on the nose, Strike," she returned. Then she broke into a wide smile. "Besides, I wouldn't want to enter an alien cosmos with anyone Ivy Hendricks said, "Subspace ... another plane of existence. I...." She never finished her sentence. The door burst open and a Communications yeoman came breathlessly into the office. From the ante-room came the sound of an Ultra Wave teletype clattering imperiously ... almost frantically. "Captain Hendricks!" cried the man excitedly, "A message is coming through from the Proxima transsender ... they're under attack!" who would have to fight it. And the Eridans! Awful leathery creatures the group-mind.... He heard himself saying sharply into Ivy's communicator: "See to it that my ship is fueled and armed for space within three hours!" "Hold on, Strike!" Ivy Hendricks intervened, "What about the tests?" "I'm temporarily under Research and Development command, Ivy, but Regulations say that fighting ships cannot be held inactive during can have your gear jerry-rigged in three hours, you can come along and test it when we have the chance. Otherwise the hell with it!" Strykalski's face was dead set. "I mean it, Ivy." "All right, Strike. I'll be ready," Ivy Hendricks said coolly. Exactly three hours and five minutes later, the newly created Cleopatra or her crew. Ivy Hendricks joined them after stowing her gear, and when Whitley asked her opinion, she agreed with Strike. Her experiences with Gorman had been as unfortunate as any of the others. "Steady as she goes." "Yes, sir." "And that," shrugged Ivy Hendricks, "Is that." Three weeks passed in the timeless limbo of second-order flight. Blast "Eridans!" cried Ivy. "What's the range, Celia?" demanded Strike. "And how many of them are "Notify Luna Base we have made contact. Give their numbers, course, and speed!" Ivy could feel her heart pounding under her blouse. Her face was deadly pale, mouth pinched and drawn. This was the first time in battle for any of them ... and she dug her fingernails into her palms trying them." "Yes, Captain." Strike turned to Ivy Hendricks. "Let's get back to the bridge, Ivy. It's going to be a hell of a rough half hour!" As they turned to go, all the pin-points of light that were the stars Old Aphrodisiac readied herself for war. Cleopatra alive.... "We're caught, Ivy!" Strike shouted to the girl over the noises of battle. "She can't stand much more of this!" Cob was screaming at the gun-pointers through the open communicator It was a chance. It was the only chance ... for Lover-Girl and Ivy and Cob and Celia ... for all of them. He had to chance it. "Ivy!" he called over his shoulder, "Check with Engineering! See if the thing's hooked into the surge circuit!" " Try it! " Ivy shouted back. We're the aliens here...." Ivy Hendricks came into the bridge then, a haggard look around her eyes. "I came up through the ventral blister," she said, "Bayne is down there and he's having fits. There isn't a star in sight he recognizes catfish!" Strike turned to Ivy. "What do you think it is?" "I ... I don't know. Matter itself might be different ... here." scorned and lost. The others felt it, too. Ivy and Cob drew closer, until all three stood touching each other as though they could dispel the loneliness of the agoraphobia must be more acute, reasoned Strike, and Bayne must have orbit." "I ... all right, Captain," grumbled Bayne. Strike turned to Ivy Hendricks. "Well, Captain Hendricks, this is some gadget you have dreamed up out of your Project Warp," he breathed shakily. "At least the fat's out of the fire for the time being...." Ivy looked out of the port and back with a shudder. "I hope so, Strike. I hope so." The second-order drive repaired, Old Aphrodisiac moved out through the Ivy suggested that since the Cleopatra and her crew were no part of

<question>:
Who is called an aphrodisiac?

<options>:
A Celia Graham
B the Cleopatra
C Commander Strike
D Ivy Hendricks

<answer>:

B