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

<passage>:
If there is anything I am afraid of, and there probably is, it is having a rookie Accident Prone, half-starved from the unemployment lines, aboard my spaceship. They are always so anxious to please. They compare favorably to the Admiralty-style staterooms and steak and The Admiralty, however, is a very thorough group of men. Before they open a planet to colonization or even fraternization, they insist on Admiralty files, and if it's any consolation, high officials and screen Accident Prone First Aid Kit with spare parts for him, blood, eyes, bone, nerves, arms, legs, and so forth, only emphasized to him the danger, not the rigidly secured safety. himself. I believe accident prones have a better system of calculation than a humidity, their blood sugar, the expression on the other guy's because they are incapable of trusting themselves, they do exactly the opposite. I felt a little sorry for Charlie Baxter, but I was Captain of the Accident Prones have to stay worried and thinking, trying to break works (glassware blown to order for laboratories). Someone said something through the door and I went inside. Bronoski looked at me over the top of his picture tape from where he lay on the sofa. No one else was in the compartment. "Where is Baxter?" I asked the hulking guard. My eyes were on the sofa. this, much less Baxter's bed in the next cabin. But then I am only a captain. Bronoski swung his feet off the couch and stood more or less in what I might have taken for attention if I hadn't known him better. "Sidney and Elliot escorted him down to the men's room, Captain Jackson." "You mean," I said very quietly, "that he isn't in his own bath?" "No sir," Bronoski said wearily. "He told us it was out of order." I stifled the gurgle of rage that came into my throat and motioned Bronoski to follow me. The engines on the Hilliard were more likely effort was spared to insure comfort for the key man in the whole crew. had something in mind. On a hunch of my own, I checked the supply lockers next to the airlock while Bronoski fired questions at my back. Three translator collars were missing. Baxter had left the spaceship and gone off into an alien interfering in any way with a Prone's decisions. They merely had to follow him and give their lives to save his, if necessary. I grabbed up a translator collar and tossed one to Bronoski. Then, just as we were getting into the airlock, I remembered something and ran back to the bridge. Charlie Baxter had less. Lots of things can change on a planet in fifty years, including its inhabitants. Bronoski picked up Baxter's tracks and those of the two guards, Elliot and Sidney, with ultra-violet light. They were cold splotches of green worry about radiation leak, although they are supposed to be guaranteed perfectly shielded. I read that before the last exploration party had left, they had made the Moranite natives blood brothers. Then Bronoski knocked me down. enough. I raised my head cautiously to see if Bronoski would shove it back down. He didn't. satellites, and in contrast to the rest of the group. Elliot Charterson and Sidney Von Elderman were more or less type-cast as brawny, brainless bodyguards. Their friends described them as skinny protect him. They had machine guns, flame-throwers, atomic grenades, and some really potent weapons. They could handle the situation. I didn't have a thing to worry about. circle about Charlie and his bodyguards. relaxed, and his eyes didn't goggle so much. He said, "We do not at his sides, supporting him by his thin biceps. He glared at them of us as your brothers?" "All beings are brothers," Charlie said. "We were made blood brothers course, but Bronoski's collars and mine switched them back into Terrestrial. I've read stories where explorers wearing translators couldn't understand each other, but that isn't the way it works. If you brother?" "Sure," Charlie said. Dispassionately but automatically, the alien launched himself at the Prone's throat. Charterson and Von Elderman instantly went into action. Elliot Charterson jumped to Charlie's assistance while Sidney Von Elderman swung around to protect Charlie from the rest of the crowd. spontaneous, not planned. That meant that the struggle between Charlie and the spokesman was a high order of single combat with which it was unholy, indecent and dastardly to interfere. I could fairly hear Bronoski's steel muscles preparing for battle as he saw his two mammoth pals go down under the press of numbers. A greet the aliens. He was determined to be useful and necessary without was supposed to do. But he couldn't lick that doubt of himself that had been ground into him since birth and there he was, in trouble as always. Now maybe Bronoski and I could get him out ourselves by a direct approach, but Charlie would probably lose all self-confidence and sink down into accepting himself as an Accident Prone, a purely passive Naturally Charlie then began wrestling a trained and deadly wrestler instead of continuing to box him. I grabbed Bronoski by his puffy ear and hissed some commands into it. He fumbled out a book of matches and lit one for me. By the tiny flicker of light, I began tearing apart my lighter. of fissionable material and just keeping them from uniting and making a critical mass that will result in an explosion or lethal radiation. I caught my oldest boy doing it one day back on Earth and gave him a good tanning for it. Actually I thought it showed he had a lot of grit. I could have gone with them. There was undoubtedly an unhealthy amount of radiation hanging around. "Now!" I told Bronoski. He ran into the clearing and found four bodies sprawled out: Charlie Baxter, his two guards and the native spokesman. Charlie and the native were both technically unconscious, but they each had a stranglehold on each other, with Charlie getting the worst of it. Bronoski pried the two of them apart. While he roused Sidney and Elliot from their punch-drunk state, I examined Charlie. He had a nasty burn on his leg and two toes were on, but he didn't seem to mind. Obviously, to claim to be a native's brother was to challenge him to a crew a Family and right away we began hitting it off famously. one, whom they could handle themselves. They still had folk legends suite and shook hands with him as he still lay in bed. save some broken bones that way." Accident Prone and I might as well accept it. Why not? I seem to always ? is your duty to Because if you're not our Accident Prone, you're just another crew member, you know." can only become a ward of the Galaxy." high mortality rate among Accident Prones in space, too." He was right. We had started the rumors. We wanted the Prones alert, "You mean this master bedroom, the private heated swimming pool, the . I don't want to be stuck in the rank of Accident Prone for life." higher pay or more privileges than Prone is Grand Admiral of the that we don't carry the necessary supplies to take care of Pile Drivers. Most of our medical supplies are in the Accident Prone First Aid Kit, for the exclusive use of the Prone. Have you ever taken a good look at that?" "Yes, sir," Charlie mumbled. "Selby is your personal physician, you realize," I drove on. "He takes care of the rest of us only if he has time left over from you. Why, when I was having my two weeks in the summer as an Ensign, I had to lie for half an hour with a crushed foot while the doctor sprayed our

<question>:
What is the relationship like between Bronoski and the captain?

<options>:
A The captain had a falling out with Bronoski and now is trying to amend it
B Bronoski is generally loyal and courteous to the captain
C The captain can’t understand why Bronoski wants to be reassigned
D Bronoski is training to be the emergency pilot of the mission

<answer>:

B