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

<passage>:
Nebula McCray found an ally—and a foe! His name was Herrell McCray and he was scared. in survival locker, on the Jodrell Bank —and abruptly wished he were carrying now—but it was a pistol. Another trophy, like the strange all along: "Herrell McCray, Herrell McCray, Herrell McCray, this is Jodrell Bank calling Herrell McCray...." And louder, blaring, then fading to normal volume as the AVC circuits toned the signal down, another voice. A woman's voice, crying out in panic and fear: " Jodrell Bank! Where are you? Help!" IV and a number of inconvenient sizes. McCray tripped over something "Wait!" Hatcher ordered sharply. He was watching the new specimen and it. McCray had no idea where he was, and no way to find out. Not only was he in darkness, but in utter silence as well. No. Not quite utter silence. still as he could, listening it remained elusive. Probably it was only an illusion. But the room itself was hard fact. McCray swore violently and out loud. It was crazy and impossible. There simply was no way for him to get from a warm, bright navigator's cubicle on Starship Jodrell Bank to this damned, dark, dismal hole of a place where everything was out to hurt him and nothing explained what was going on. He cried aloud in exasperation: "If I could only !" He tripped and fell against something that was soft, slimy and, like baker's dough, not at all resilient. Hatcher hesitated. "No," he said at last. "The male is responding well. having tunnel vision or wearing blinders. He could see what he was The woman's voice was at such close range that McCray's suit radio made a useful RDF set. He located her direction easily enough, shielding the tiny built-in antenna with the tungsten-steel blade of the ax, while meteorite striking the Jodrell Bank , an explosion, himself knocked McCray was hardly surprised at that out, brought here in a suit ... well, it was an explanation with more he had been close enough to shock himself. He tried to reassure her as he searched for a way out of the He hesitated, hefting the ax, glancing back at the way he had come. There had to be a way out, even if it meant chopping through a wall. hall, but in the middle of a word her voice stopped. holes than fabric, like a fisherman's net, but at least it was rational. McCray regarded it grimly. He went back in his memory with meticulous suit? It was slightly reassuring, McCray thought, to find that most of care. Had he not looked at, this very spot a matter of moments before? Still, it led in the proper direction. McCray added one more McCray was beginning to feel more confident. It was astonishing how a He stood still, thinking. Item, a short time ago—subjectively it seemed to be minutes—he had been aboard the Jodrell Bank with nothing more on his mind than completing his check-sighting and meeting He allowed that thought to seep into his mind. Suppose there had been an accident to the Jodrell Bank . He could, of course, be dead. All this could be the fantasies of a cooling brain. McCray grinned into the pink-lit darkness. The thought had somehow said, "calling the Jodrell Bank ." No response. He frowned. "This is Herrell McCray, calling Jodrell Bank . "Herrell McCray, calling anybody, come in, please." Of course, the thing might not be operating. He reached for the microphone again— He cried aloud. For before the light had gone, McCray had seen what had escaped McCray could not see any part of his own body at all. Someone was watching Herrell McCray, with the clinical fascination Hatcher's principal task at this moment was to run the "probe team" which had McCray under observation, and he was more than a little "Incredible—but it's true enough," he said. "I'd better report. Watch watch McCray, and they would do their job Herrell McCray. "Well ... not much, sir. He suddenly panicked. We don't know why but we thought we'd better pull back and let him recover for a while." the probe-team room, he was in fairly close touch with what was going on—knew that McCray was once again fumbling among the objects in the dark, knew that the team-members had tried illuminating the room for him briefly and again produced the rising panic. Still, Hatcher fretted. He wanted to get back. —"and tried to guess his needs and we're frightening him half to death. We "Have they secured a subject?" Hatcher demanded jealously. drifting about him. Hatcher checked through the members that he had left with the rest of his team and discovered that there were no immediate emergencies, so he But it seemed that the Probe Teams themselves might be betraying their he knew his assistant well. Obviously something He switched off the light and stood for a moment, listening. For a second he thought he heard the far-off voice, quiet, calm and almost hopeless, that he had sensed hours before but then that was McCray switched the light on and looked around. There seemed to be no amazement in its tone, "McCray, is that you? Where the devil are you calling from?" He forgot smell, sound and temperature and leaped for the suit. "This is Herrell McCray," he cried. "I'm in a room of some sort, apparently on a planet of approximate Earth mass. I don't know—" "McCray!" cried the tiny voice in his ear. "Where are you? This is Jodrell Bank calling. Answer, please!" "I "Herrell McCray," droned the tiny voice in his ear, "Herrell McCray, Herrell McCray, this is Jodrell Bank responding to your message, acknowledge please. Herrell McCray, Herrell McCray...." It kept on, and on. McCray took a deep breath and thought. Something was wrong. Either they didn't hear him, which meant the radio wasn't transmitting, or—no. That was not it they had heard him, because they were responding. But it seemed to take them so long.... possibly mean—that there was a lag of an hour or two each way? Did it, for example, mean that at the speed of his hours to get a message to the ship and back? And if so ... where in the name of heaven was he? Herrell McCray was a navigator, which is to say, a man who has learned guesses of his "common sense." When Jodrell Bank , hurtling faster than light in its voyage between stars, made its regular position was wrong. Perhaps it was impossible to believe what the radio's message implied but it was not necessary to "believe," only to act. McCray thumbed down the transmitter button and gave a concise report say, except for one more word: Help." He grinned sourly and released the button. The message was on its way, and it would be hours before he could have a reply. Therefore he had to consider what to do next. Hurriedly McCray scrambled into the suit. By the time he was sealed McCray had no way of knowing just how hot it was going to get. Nor, McCray caught it up and headed for the door. It felt good in his but flaking out in chips that left a white powdery residue. At this rate, he thought grimly, he would be an hour getting through it. Did he have an hour? McCray got the thin of the blade into the crack and pried it wide. McCray put the broad of his back against the broken door and pressed it as nearly closed as he could it might not keep the gas and heat out, but it would retard them. The room was again unlighted—at least to McCray's eyes. There was not He tapped half-heartedly at one of the closed cupboards, and was not

<question>:
Based on the article, does McCray know he is being watched?

<options>:
A No, or else he would have tried speaking with Hatcher and his team.
B Yes, because he was trying to escape where he was.
C No, or else he would not have tried to establish communication with the woman who appeared.
D Yes, because he was trying to radio Jodrell Bank so he could safely escape.

<answer>:

A