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

<passage>:
Craig looked them over quickly. Flight Officer Robert Craig surrendered the tube containing his service "Certainly you are not, Mr. Craig. But it is not possible for me...." "Your clearance," said the clerk. Craig handed him a battered punch card and watched the man insert it in It advertised "a night's lodgings" and it possessed a bellboy. The cards and forms to his room. Tired from the long, confusing day, Craig behind Craig fidgeted. Outside the door to the room, the bellboy stopped and turned to Craig. "Mike?" Craig hesitated before moving. "You mean a microphone?" asked Craig, mechanically fishing for his A murmur greeted the order. Craig experienced the thrill of knowing "Where is the microphone?" Craig asked as he found a ten unit note. "Grav 1—Terra," fumbled Craig. "Los Angeles." "Never mind," Craig said wearily. He waited while the bellboy inserted "No specific destination," supplied the man as he punched a key on a "I—I—" Craig muttered, fumbling in his pockets. entered. He nudged Craig wickedly. "You know what they're like?" stability as the hectopiates. Craig wearily got the man out of the Craig moved in the direction indicated. He fought the irrational fear strangers. personnel and felt the impotence of a spaceman who had long forgotten Craig obeyed the robot voice and began reluctantly to remove his flight Craig quickly removed the last of his clothing. It was impossible Craig obeyed and clenched his teeth against a sharp stinging. His He dressed quickly and was on the verge of asking the robot for instructions, when a man appeared in the open doorway. "I am Captain Wyandotte," said the man in a pleasant voice. "Well, what's next?" asked Craig somewhat more belligerently than he The man smiled. "Your reaction is quite natural. You are somewhat "I'm a little anxious to get home, I suppose," said Craig defensively. "Yes," Craig said. He was uncomfortable "Oh, I've landed a few times, even walked around for a while...." "Mr. Craig, I suppose you've guessed that the next step in our little "Conditioning?" asked Craig. "I expect to have some trouble at first." Craig was disturbed by the for the old stereotype, the 'drunken sailor.' A port city was a frightening thing to an old sailor—but let's begin our little job at the beginning. I'll turn you over to psychometry for the usual tests and pick you up tomorrow morning at, say, 0900." During the days that followed, the psychologist seemed to Craig to become progressively more didactic. He would deliver long speeches about the "freedom of open space." He spoke repetitiously of the Craig began to hate the delay that kept him from Terra. Through the that no PON could completely nullify. But even if he could accept the psychologist's authority for the "Do you really think that's my reason?" "Sure. What else can it be?" "Mr. Craig," the psychologist said slowly, "you have my authorization "The twelfth day is the worst," a grizzled spaceman told Craig. "That's Craig clenched the iron rung of his bed and struggled to bring the old "How can they tell?" Craig fought down his growing panic. "I can't." The old man lapsed into silence. Craig wished him to continue. He "Old man!" shouted Craig. A nightmare of visual sensations ebbed into Craig's mind. He was vaguely aware of the moans of other men in the vaultlike room. Wave Craig heard the voices around him, muffled, as though talking through "I'm ... all right," Craig mumbled at the voices. He struggled with the Attendants coming for to take me home.... fourteenth day, Craig knew he could stand Grav 1. The whine of the had begun to produce ultra-sonic waves. Craig was not sure. card and gave him a one-way ticket to Terra." "That's enough, son." The old man eyed Craig for an instant before "Sure," said the old spaceman, watching a group of young crewmen engaged in an animated conversation. "It's a good job. There's a future to it." "Yeah." Craig half rose from his cot, jarred into anger. Craig relaxed, realizing he had acted childishly. "Used to think the "Whereabouts?" The old man looked up at Craig. "You don't know much about Terra, do "What are you doing in Grav 1?" Craig asked. The old man's face clouded for an instant. "In the old days, they used to say us old-timers acted like clocks. They used to say we just ran down. Now they got some fancy psychology name for it." Craig regretted his question. He would have muttered some word of apology, but the old man continued. Robert Craig folded the flight jacket tightly and stuffed it into the It was the signal for relief in the passengers' quarters The audio called out: "Flight Officer Robert Craig. Flight Officer Robert Craig. Report to Orderly 12. Report to Orderly 12 through the With pangs of anxiety he could not completely suppress, Craig obeyed. "Who's it from? Somebody on Terra?" The message container produced a battered punch card. Craig Craig put the battered card in his pocket and walked back through the husband deserted her fifty years before? Some kind of story about one's Craig descended the ramp from the huge jet and concentrated on his impressions. One day he would recall this moment, his first on the planet Terra. He tried to recall his first thrill at seeing Los He was about to step off the last step when a man appeared hurriedly. A "A moment, sir. Just a little greeting from the Terra. You understand, Craig remained on the final step of the ramp, puzzled. The man turned to a companion at his right. The other man did not look up. He was peering into what seemed to Craig Both men were gone in an instant, leaving Craig completely bewildered. Craig turned to face a line of his fellow passengers up the ramp behind "Who was that?" Craig asked. "Customs. Bet you never got such a smooth screening before, eh?" Craig made his way toward the spaceport administration building. His first physical contact with Terra had passed unnoticed. "Sir! Sir!" cried a voice behind him. He wheeled to see a man walking briskly toward him. "You dropped this, sir. Quite by accident, of course." Craig examined the small object the man had given him before rushing metal. He did not look directly at Craig for more than an instant at a time, and commented on Craig's description of his trip through the city "I see," said the man noncommittally. It seemed to Craig that he was the city far below. He stared out the window for a time, leaving Craig about him, Craig thought. "You are the first man we have had from the Intergalactic Service," the "Yes." He turned to face Craig briefly before continuing. "You must "I haven't been here very long," said Craig. "Matter of fact, I haven't small instrument. A secretary entered the office from a door to Craig's "Miss Wendel, this is Mr. Craig. Mr. Craig, my secretary. Mr. Craig They exchanged formal greetings. She was a moderately pretty girl of medium height and, to Craig, a pleasantly rounded figure. He would have "This is Mr. Craig's first landing on Terra, Miss Wendel," the The girl glanced at Craig, casting him a cool, impersonal smile. "The one I held in the service. It's pretty comprehensive." The other turned to the secretary. "You'll see that he is assisted in filing his application, won't you? A provisional Code II. That will enable you to enter all Import offices freely, Mr. Craig." without looking at Craig. "Yes." The man laughed. "You'll excuse us, Mr. Craig. We realize that Craig reddened in spite of himself. He had bought the suit on Ghandii. "Here, Mr. Craig. I believe these are complete."

<question>:
Upon landing, Craig is greeted by whom?

<options>:
A A reporter and his cameraman
B Two members of Terra's welcoming committee
C Two screening technicians
D A psychologist and his assistant

<answer>:

C