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

<passage>:
Retief rose, went to the communicator, assisted Miss Meuhl aside. Retief turned at a sound behind him. Miss Meuhl was at the door, "Don't!" Retief jumped—too late. Retief exhaled a plume of cigar smoke. "Never mind the excuses," Retief said. "Just tell him I won't be "I don't recall dictating any letters today, Miss Meuhl," Retief said, Mr. Retief to his quarters in this building—" "I don't advise you to violate my diplomatic immunity, Fith," Retief "You think all women are fools, don't you, Mr. Retief?" She turned to never to reopen that wound, Mr. Retief." Retief nodded. "Thanks, Miss Meuhl," he said. "I'll be back before disapproval as he closed the door. The pale-featured Groacian vibrated his throat-bladder in a distressed bleat. "OK, Skinny, I know when I'm licked," Retief said in Terran. "To keep Outside, Retief stood for a moment looking across at the deeply carved Retief studied the carving over the open doorways along the street. Groacian equivalent of a bar. Retief went in. the bar-pit at the center of the room. He looked at Retief and froze in "To enjoy a cooling drink," Retief said in Groacian, squatting down at "To not enjoy my poor offerings," the Groacian mumbled. "A pain in the digestive sacs to express regret." "To not worry," Retief said, irritated. "To pour it out and let me decide whether I like it." "To be grappled in by peace-keepers for poisoning of—foreigners." The Retief turned. A tall Groacian vibrated his mandibles in a gesture of contempt. From his bluish throat coloration, it was apparent the creature was drunk. "To choke in your upper sac," the bartender hissed, extending his eyes toward the drunk. "To keep silent, litter-mate of drones." "To swallow your own poison, dispenser of vileness," the drunk whispered. "To find a proper cage for this zoo-piece." He wavered "To speak intelligibly, malodorous outworlder," the drunk said. The barkeep whispered something, and two customers came up to the drunk, took his arms and helped him to the door. "To get a cage!" the drunk shrilled. "To keep the animals in their own stinking place." "I've changed my mind," Retief said to the bartender. "To be grateful as hell, but to have to hurry off now." He followed the drunk out the door. The other Groaci released him, hurried back inside. Retief looked "To be pals," Retief said. "To be kind to dumb animals." "To have a drink together—" "To not endure such insolence!" The Groacian advanced toward Retief. Retief backed away. "To hold hands," Retief said. "To be palsy-walsy—" head down, scuttled away. Retief backed into the opening to a narrow crossway and offered further verbal familiarities to the drunken local, who followed, furious. Retief backed, rounded a corner into a narrow Retief stepped around him, seized his collar and yanked. The Groacian fell on his back. Retief stood over him. The downed native half-rose Retief put a foot against his chest and pushed. "To not be going anywhere for a few minutes," Retief said. "To stay "What have you been doing? They seem very upset, I don't mind telling you." indicative of rank rose as Retief entered the room. Neither offered a "Sit down, gentlemen," Retief said. They resumed their seats. Miss "Never mind that," Retief said. "These gentlemen didn't come here to "Just keep that recorder going," Retief snapped. Fith puffed out his throat indignantly. "You reopen an old wound, Mr. Consul. It reminds us of certain illegal treatment at Terrestrial hands—" "It is for you to explain! This person who was beaten—" "Not beaten. Just rapped a few times to loosen his memory." "Enough!" Fith's mandibles quivered in distress. "I can talk no more of the talking," Retief said. Retief turned a steady look on Miss Meuhl. She closed her mouth. The "How did they die?" Retief snapped. "Did you murder them, cut their "Didn't take the trouble to find out, either, did you?" "They fell ill," Fith said. "One by one...." "We'll deal with that question later," Retief said. "Right now, I want What happened to the rest of the crew? Did they 'fall ill' before the big parade?" "They raised their hands, didn't they? Asked for help. You helped them helped them to death." "How could we know?" Fith moaned. "Miss Meuhl," Retief said. "If I don't come back in a reasonable length Retief stooped under the heavy timbers shoring the entry to the cavern. Retief walked along the raised wooden catwalk, studying the ship. Empty "How did you get it in here?" Retief asked. Retief grunted. "Let's go inside." Retief clambered up a narrow companionway, glanced around the interior them—or let them die—rather than take the chance of admitting what you'd done." "We were at fault," Fith said abjectly. "Now we wish only friendship." "The Terrific Retief looked grimly at the slender Foreign Office official. "Where is "Where is that ship?" Retief rapped out. "You never learn, do you? "You can and you will, Fith," Retief said. "I intend to get to the four armed constables. They moved to ring Retief in. Retief eyed Fith. "Don't try it," he said. "You'll just get yourself in deeper." Fith clacked his mandibles angrily, eye stalks canted aggressively Retief looked at the four policemen. "I see your point," he said. Fith followed him into the car, sat rigidly at the far end of the seat. vehicle bobbed and swayed along the narrow highway. Retief listened to "If you'll listen, you may find out," Retief said. "I have no time "I'll do nothing of the sort! The Groaci are very fond of me! You ... Johnny-come-lately! Roughneck! Setting out to destroy—" "Blame it on me if it will make you feel any better," Retief said, "but It was an hour before dawn when Retief keyed the combination to the Retief, rose and snapped on a light, turned to stare. "What in the world—Where have you been? What's happened to your clothing?" "I got a little dirty. Don't worry about it." Retief went to his desk, "I have a message to get off first, Miss Meuhl," Retief said sharply. "That's right," Retief said calmly. "Now—" "Get that sender going, woman!" Retief snapped. "This is important." "I've already done so, Mr. Retief!" Miss Meuhl said harshly. "I've been "Mr. Retief," the face on the screen said, "I am Counsellor Pardy, Retief reached out and snapped off the communicator. The triumphant Retief went on earnestly, "I've found the missing cruiser." "You heard him relieve you!" "I heard him say he was going "Don't touch that screen," Retief said. "You go sit in that corner Retief ignored Miss Meuhl's fury as he spoke into the recorder. "Go ahead," Retief said. "Answer it."

<question>:
Why did Retief want to talk to the drunk?

<options>:
A He wanted someone to talk to on this foreign planet.
B He wanted to know why the drunk was mad at him.
C He wanted to know what happened nine years ago.
D He didn't like how the drunk had treated him.

<answer>:

C