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

<passage>:
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] This guard smelled trouble and it could be counted on to come—for a nose for trouble was one of the many talents bred here! I His name was Liam O'Leary and there was something stinking in his nostrils. It was the smell of trouble. He hadn't found what the trouble was yet, but he would. That was his business. He was a captain of guards in Estates-General Correctional Institution—better known to its inmates as the Jug—and if he hadn't been able to detect the scent of trouble brewing a cell-block away, he would never have survived to reach his captaincy. He frowned at the rap sheet, trying to figure out what got a girl like her into a place like this. And, what was more important, why she couldn't adjust herself to it, now that she was in. O'Leary shook his head. "Let her talk, Sodaro." It said in the to speak in their own behalf in disciplinary proceedings." And O'Leary attractive and young—not beyond hope, surely. Maybe she had got off to a wrong start, but the question was, would putting her in the disciplinary block help straighten her out? He rubbed his ear and looked past her at the line of prisoners on the rap detail, waiting for him to judge their cases. O'Leary stopped her. "That's enough! Three days in Block O!" It was the only thing to do—for her own sake as much as for his. He had managed, by strength of will, not to hear that she had omitted to say "sir" every time she spoke to him, but he couldn't keep it up Captain O'Leary took a long drink of water from the fountain marked smell from his nose. What got into a girl to get her mixed up with that kind of dirty business? He checked out of the cell blocks and walked across the yard, wondering about her. She'd had every advantage—decent Civil O'Leary noted, with the part of his mind that always noted those but they had a—well, a sort of natural, relaxed joy of living. O'Leary called it "the red hats " elsewhere it was called "the hole," "the snake pit," "the Klondike." When you're in it, you don't much care what irritable guard, climbing the steel steps toward Block O from the floor guard. The outside guard looked impassively back—after all, he was on the outside. The inside guard muttered: "Wipe rats! They're getting on my nerves." The outside guard shrugged. The outside guard said sourly: "A woman, for God's sake. Now O'Leary knows I hate it when there's a woman in here. It gets the others all riled up." "Let them in," the inside guard told him. "The others are riled up already." "We got a lady with us! Maybe we ought to cut out this yelling so as not to disturb the lady!" He screeched with howling, maniacal laughter. "Anyway, if we don't cut this out, they'll get us in trouble, Flock!" the tangler field once more. He licked his lips. "Say, you want to take a turn in here for a while?" "Uh-uh." The outside guard shook his head. "You're yellow," the inside guard said moodily. "Ah, I don't know why I don't quit this lousy job. Hey, you! Pipe down or I'll come in and beat your head off!" because noise hides noise. But then she hadn't been a prisoner very long. III "I smell trouble," said O'Leary to the warden. "Trouble? Trouble?" Warden Schluckebier clutched his throat and his little round eyes looked terrified—as perhaps they should have. Warden last decent job he would have in his life. "Trouble? What trouble?" O'Leary shrugged. "Different things. You know Lafon, from Block A? This afternoon, he was playing ball with the laundry orderlies in the yard." The warden, faintly relieved, faintly annoyed, scolded: "O'Leary, what did you want to worry me for? There's nothing wrong with playing ball don't mix it isn't natural. And there are other things." O'Leary hesitated, frowning. How could you explain to the warden that it didn't smell The warden raised his hand. "Please, O'Leary, don't bother me about O'Leary snapped erect, abruptly angry. Pass! What the devil way was "Excuse the expression, O'Leary," the warden said anxiously. "I mean, You know you don't want to worry about smiled like a civil-service Buddha. O'Leary choked back his temper. "Warden, I'm telling you that there's trouble coming up. I smell the signs." "Handle it, then!" snapped the warden, irritated at last. "But suppose it's too big to handle. Suppose—" all your supposing, O'Leary." He sipped the remains of his coffee, "Well, then," he said at last. "You just remember what I've told you tonight, O'Leary, and we'll get along fine. 'Specialization is the—' Oh, curse the thing." That was the trouble with those pale blue tablets, thought O'Leary Five minutes before, he hadn't been anywhere near the phone and it didn't look as if his chances of ever getting near it were very good. "Ah, you wipes always got a pain in the gut." The guard lumbered around Flock to the draw-strings at the back of the jacket. Funny smell in here, he told himself—not for the first time. And imagine, some people didn't believe that wipes had a smell of their own! But this time, he realized cloudily, it was a rather unusual smell. Something burning. Almost like meat scorching. he didn't make sure they all got the most possible free time. He was pretty good at snowshoeing through the tangler field. He was a little vain about it, even at times he had been known to boast of his ability Every time but this. For Flock moaned behind him, oddly close. The guard turned, but not quickly enough. There was knows how, hidden inside the greensleeved jacket God knows how—filed, filed to sharpness over endless hours. and the blister against his abdomen, where the shiv had been hidden during other rest periods, felt like raw acid. "All right," whispered Flock, "just walk out the door and you won't get hurt. Unless the other screw makes trouble, you won't get hurt, so tell him not to, you hear?" He was nearly fainting with the pain. But he hadn't let go. your guards here. Enough said? So get a medic in here quick, you hear?" And he snapped the connection. O'Leary said: "Warden, I told you I smelled trouble!" The warden lifted his head, glared, started feebly to speak, hesitated, and picked up the long-distance phone. He said sadly to the prison The word spread out from the prison on seven-league boots. It snatched the city governor out of a friendly game of Seniority to the south, as half the contestants had to scramble in earnest to a Red Alert that was real. It reached to police precinct houses and TV newsrooms and highway no, they didn't know where Daddy was going no, the kids couldn't get up yet—it was the middle of the night. told Charlie they'd get out of hand and—Alys, we aren't safe. You

<question>:
What seems to be O'Leary's internal dilemma as the story progresses?

<options>:
A He is having a hard time convincing himself of the laws that they all follow, and the validity of them.
B He says to himself that he trusts in the specialization segregation, but he has thoughts that indicate otherwise.
C The Warden isn't listening to him, and he's scared of overstepping his boundaries to point out the problem.
D He knows that there is trouble, and he can smell it. He just can't pinpoint from where.

<answer>:

B