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

<passage>:
Strike cursed Space Admiral Gorman and all his ancestors with a wealth of feeling. Then he motioned wearily to his companion, and together they sloshed through the mud toward the ancient monitor. Aphrodite's Executive, and he had been with her a full year ... which was a record for Execs on the Aphrodite . She generally sent them Earthside with nervous breakdowns in half that time. "Tell me, Captain," continued Cob curiously, "how does it happen this?" He indicated the monitor expressively. Strike sighed. "Well, now, Cob, I'll tell you. You'll be spacing with me and I guess you've a right to know the worst ... not that you "In the first place I seem to have an uncanny talent for saying the wrong thing to the wrong person. Gorman for example. And I take too much on my own initiative. Gorman doesn't like that. I lost the because I left my station where I was supposed to be running section-lines to take on a bunch of colonists I thought were in danger...." whole crew ended up in the Luna Base brig. We celebrated a bit too freely." Cob Whitley looked admiringly at his new Commander. "That was the night nether belly affectionately. "She's old ... but she's loose. And we're not likely to meet any Ambassadors or Admirals with her, either." Strykalski sighed, still thinking of his sleek Ganymede . "She'll carry the mail, I suppose. And that's about all that's expected of her." Strike was again looking at the spaceship's unprepossessing exterior. "A surge-circuit monitor, so help me." for her, and every silver-braided admiral in the Fleet had dreamed had set off hostilities between the Ionians and the Solarian Combine. All three were miserable failures. The eager officers commanding the three monitors had found the circuit too appealing to their hot little hands. They used it ... in some way, wrongly. smartly as Strike and Cob stepped through the valve. Strike felt vaguely uncomfortable. He knew, of course, that at least a third of the personnel on board non-combat vessels of the Inner Planet Fleet was female, but he had never actually had women on board a ship of his own, and he felt quite certain that he preferred them elsewhere. Radar Officer. She's good, too." Strike shook his head. "Don't like women in space. They make me uncomfortable." Cob shrugged. "Celia's the only officer. But about a quarter of our "Now hear this. All officer personnel will assemble in the flying bridge at 600 hours for Captain's briefing. Officer of the Deck will recall any enlisted personnel now on liberty...." Whitley was on his feet, all the slackness gone from his manner. "Orders, Captain?" "We can't do anything until the new Engineering Officer gets here. They're sending someone down from the Antigone , and I expect him by 600 hours. In the meantime you'll take over his part of the work. See Hendricks, I. V. Hendricks, is what the orders say." Cob thought hard for a moment and then shrugged his shoulders. "I. V. Hendricks." He shook his head. "Don't know him." chronograph, "... in an hour and five." The officers filed out and Cob Whitley stuck his head into the room. "Captain?" The girl's eyes were cold and unfriendly. "Thank you, Captain." Her be able to convince you that the designer of this vessel was not ... as you seem to think ... a senile incompetent." Strike was perplexed, and he showed it. "Why, certainly ... uh ... Miss ... but why should you be so...." ten hours behind schedule, and Strike and Evans, the Astrogation Officer, were sweating out the unforeseen changes introduced into the orbital calculations by the time spent in free-fall. father's pet surge-circuit and Strike began to realize that there was little she did not know about spaceship engineering. Then, too, Ivy spent a lot of time at the controls, and Strike was forced to admit that he had never seen a finer job of piloting done by man or woman. Aphrodite's refrigeration units could no longer keep the interior of the ship at a comfortable the ship's fittings hot to the touch. Uniforms were discarded, insignia of rank vanished. The men dressed in fiberglass shorts and spaceboots, sweat making their naked bodies gleam like copper under the sodium-vapor lights. The women in the crew added only light blouses to . The two dreadnaughts were engaged in coronary research patrol ... a purely routine business. But the thing that made Strike curse under his breath Graham had tangled about some minor point concerning Lover-Girl's weight and balance. Ivy went about her work on the bridge without speaking, and Strike made no attempt to brighten her sudden depression. Radiation made a transfer of personnel impossible, and the Atropos skeeterboats didn't have the power to pull away from the looming star. trying to pull the heavy vessel to safety, but even the thundering power of the Lachesis' mighty drive wasn't enough to break Sol's deathgrip on the battleship. I said something of the sort myself, but there are other men on those ships. And, if I know Captain Varni on the Lachesis , he won't let go that line even if he fries himself." "That's very nice, Lieutenant," commented Cob drily. "And I know that you've been very busy adjusting that gismo. But I seem to recall that the last time that circuit was uncorked everyone aboard became part of the woodwork ... very messily, too." desperate. "But we can save those ships! We can, I know father designed this ship! I know every rivet of her! Those idiots off Callisto didn't know what they were doing. These ships needed specially trained men. Father told them that! And I'm trained! I can take her in and save those ships!" Her expression turned to one of disgust. "Or are "Frankly, Ivy, I haven't enough sense to be afraid. But are you so certain that we can pull this off? If I make a mistake this time ... it'll be the last. For all of us." their carrier wave. They're in trouble and we're going after them. Plot the course." "Yes, Captain." Strike turned to Cob. "Have the gun-crews stand by to relieve the black-gang in the tube rooms. It's going to get hotter than the hinges "Yes?" "Don't kill us off." He smiled down at her. She nodded silently and took her place at the control panel. Smoothly "I ... I ... can't make it ... Strike. You'll ... have to run ... the show ... after ... all." control panel. His head was throbbing painfully as he broke the seal on the surge-circuit. Slowly he turned the rheostat. Relays chattered. From deep within Cob's voice came through the squawk-box, soberly. "Strike, Celia's fainted down here. We can't take much more of this heat." "We're trying, Cob!" shouted Strike over the whine of the circuit. The gauges showed the accumulators full. " , and old Aphrodisiac ... lashed together and drifting in space. Every man and woman aboard out with tipsy satisfaction. He stared out at the Martian night beyond the broad windows and back again at Strike. His frown was puzzled. "All right," said Strike, setting down his glass. "What's on your mind, Cob? Something's eating you." "All I said to him...." "I know. I know what you said ... and it won't bear repeating. But want to leave her. Ver-ry commendable. Loyal! Stout fellah! But what

<question>:
Why might a person not be the hugest fan of Captain?

<options>:
A He's actively racist with regard to his crew members
B He's actively sexist with regard to his crew members
C He's overconfident at times and can be rude
D He doesn't listen to his crew most of the time

<answer>:

B