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

<passage>:
Moran cut apart the yard-long monstrosity with a slash of flame. Moran, naturally, did not mean to help in the carrying out of the plans separate—on the whitish ground-stuff. Moran had disliked such creatures , with Moran present and allowed to take part in the discussion. From the viewpoint of the Nadine's ship's company, it was simply necessary to get rid of Moran. In their predicament he might have come subtly or glaringly wrong. So mankind distastefully ferried pests as well as useful creatures to its new worlds as they were made ready for to the same conclusion but he was not at all enthusiastic about their decision. He would die of it. and annoyances. If they left their pests behind, the total system of checks and balances which make life practical would get lopsided. It would not maintain itself. The vagaries that could result were admirably illustrated in and on the landscape outside the prominences erupting about its edges. Now it lay astern, and Moran The was out of overdrive and all the uncountable suns of the galaxy shone steadily, remotely, as infinitesimal specks of light of Moran observed these things from the control-room of the four-man crew "It doesn't look too bad, Moran!" Moran disagreed, but he did not answer. He cocked an ear instead. He radiation sounds like that. Moran nodded toward the all-band speaker. "Do you hear what I do?" he asked sardonically. speaker. It wasn't a voice-signal. It wasn't an identification beacon, such as are placed on certain worlds for the convenience of interstellar skippers who need to check their courses on extremely long runs. This passage leading away. He called. But Moran observed with grudging respect that he didn't give him a chance to do anything drastic. These people on the Nadine from him, but they were matter-of-fact about it. They didn't seem to resent what he'd tried to do, or that he'd brought them an covering five persons aboard—four men and a girl Carol. Moran made six. its crew would spark an investigation. A lengthy, incredibly minute investigation. Moran, at least, would be picked out as a fugitive from Moran did not know. They might be sent back where they came from. In Nadine could not she could. And Moran was the extra man whose presence would rouse The Nadine needed to make a planet-fall for this. The rest of the ship's company came into the control-room. Burleigh waved his hand at the speaker. "Listen!" They heard it. All of them. It was a trilling, whining sound among the or other, so the people could find that spot again. It was supposed to be a long time ago, though." "It's weak," observed Burleigh. "We'll try answering it." Moran stirred, and he knew that every one of the others was conscious of expected, and start it up again. Moran considered the story probable. Only people accustomed to desperate actions would have remained so calm when Moran had used desperate measures against them. "I think," said Carol, to Moran, "that if it's too tropical where this emergency-kit, anyhow." The emergency-kit contained antiseptics, seeds, and a weapon or two, with elaborate advice to castaways. If somebody were wrecked on an even possibly habitable planet, the especially developed seed-strains would provide food in a minimum of time. It was not an encouraging thought, though, and Moran grimaced. She hadn't said anything about being sorry that he had to be marooned. Maybe she was, but rebels learn to be practical or they don't live long. government would think defeat. Moran's own situation was perfectly which was the reason for what Moran had done. But the dead man had been very important, and the fact that Moran had forced him to fight and killed him in fair combat made no difference. Moran had needed to get for departure had been granted. But Moran had waylaid the messenger knocked the messenger cold and presented himself at the yacht with the crew in the overdrive. Then the yacht—and Moran—was away. But his present surrendering or else. He surrendered, stipulating that he wouldn't be landed back on Coryus honkings. From time to time some thing unknown made a cry that sounded very much like a small boy trailing a stick against a picket fence, only much louder. Something hooted, maintaining the noise for an impossibly alive. And something shrieked in lunatic fashion and something else still moaned from time to time with the volume of a steam-whistle.... "This sounds and looks like a nice place to live," said Moran with fine irony. Burleigh did not answer. He turned down the outside sound. finality. Moran said bitingly ash-covered stone on which the Nadine rested. The enigmatic, "It's a ship," said Moran curtly. "It crash-landed and its crew set up a signal to call for help. None came, or they'd have turned the beacon off. Maybe they got the lifeboats to work and got away. Maybe they lived as I'm expected to live until they died as I'm expected to die." Burleigh said angrily "You'd do what we are doing if you were in our shoes!" "Sure," said Moran, "but a man can gripe, can't he?" "Aye, aye, sir," said Moran with irony. "Very kind of you, sir. You'll go armed, sir?" Burleigh growled "Naturally!" "Then since I can't be trusted with a weapon," said Moran, "I suggest rest of us wear suits. We don't know what that stuff is outside." Moran silently went to the space-suit rack and began to get into a "Ah, yes!" said Moran. "It's very likely that the ship hit hard enough to kill everybody aboard, but not smash the boats!" beacon. I wouldn't count on a boat, Moran." "I don't!" snapped Moran. world. Moran, though, would not be permitted a weapon. He picked up a Nadine landed. Moran moved scornfully above even the monstrous cacophony of cries and boomings and grunts and squeaks which seemed to fill the air. "What the devil—." " They're—bugs! " she said incredulously. " the galaxy, but that's what they are! " Moran grunted. Distastefully, he saw his predicament made worse. He knew "This ground stuff," said Moran distastefully, "is yeast or some sort of job." Burleigh grunted a somehow surprised assent. But it wasn't surprising "Suppose we go look at the ship?" said Moran unpleasantly. "Maybe you "We'd better spread out," added Moran, "or else we'll break through that skin and be floundering in this mess." "I'm giving the orders, Moran!" said Burleigh shortly. "But what you say He and the others joined Moran on the yielding surface. Their footing Moran heard muffled noises in his helmet-phone as the others tried to " What's the matter? What do you see? " Moran said with savage precision harshly to the men with him "It's not a hunting creature on worlds where it's smaller. It's not likely to have turned deadly here. Come on!" He said sardonically "This ship won't do anybody any good. It's old-style. That thick belt at least!" Without orders, he turned on the torch. A four-foot flame of pure Moran slashed and slashed angrily with the big flame, cutting a way to with him on board without his being detected as an extra member of the crew. His fate would then be sealed. But they also would be " Look out! It's coming! Kill it! Kill it—. " He heard blast-rifles firing. He heard Burleigh pant commands. He was on , necessarily accepted as a member of her crew.

<question>:
Which term does NOT describe Moran's tone toward the other five crew members?

<options>:
A resigned
B bitter
C vindictive
D sarcastic

<answer>:

C