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

<passage>:
Bodyguard When overwhelming danger is constantly present,of course a man is entitled to have a bodyguard. The annoyance was that he had to do it himself ... and his body would not cooperate! The man at the bar was exceptionally handsome, and he knew it. So did Everyone in the room was aware of the big young man, and most of the humans present were resentful, for he handled himself consciously and arrogantly, as if his appearance alone were enough to make him superior to anyone. Even the girl with him was growing restless, for she was As for the extraterrestrials—it was a free bar—they were merely ugly little man, but also a rather ridiculous one—or at least he felt he was, which was what mattered. "Sorry, colleague," Gabe said lazily. "All my fault. You must let me "You must allow me to pay your cleaning bill," Gabe said, taking out You could use one was implied. And that, coming on top of Gabriel Lockard's spectacular appearance, was too much. The ugly man picked up the drink the bartender had just set before him and started to hurl it, glass and all, into Lockard's handsome face. Suddenly a restraining hand was laid upon his arm. "Don't do that," the nondescript man who had been sitting in the corner advised. He removed the glass from the little man's slackening grasp. "You wouldn't want to go to jail because of him." The ugly man gave him a bewildered stare. Then, seeing the forces now ranged against him—including his own belated prudence—were too strong, he stumbled off. He hadn't really wanted to fight, only to smash back, and now it was too late for that. Gabe studied the newcomer curiously. "So, it's you again?" The man in the gray suit smiled. "Who else in any world would stand up for you?" "I should think you'd have given up by now. Not that I mind having you "So you don't mind having me around?" The nondescript man smiled again. Gabe ran a hand through his thick blond hair. "Come on, have a drink "Who was that, Gabe?" the girl asked. bodyguard , he went out into the street. If he had met with a fatal accident at that point, there would have been nothing on his body to identify him. As a matter of fact, no real It was a dark and rainy night in early fall. Gabe Lockard was in no "Let me take the controls, honey," the light-haired girl urged, but he shook his handsome head. on the ground when the car that had been following them landed, and a short fat man was puffing toward them through the mist. To the girl's indignation, the stranger not only hauled Gabe out onto the dripping grass first, but stopped and deliberately examined the young man by the light of his minilume, almost as if she weren't there at all. Only when she started to struggle out by herself did he seem to remember her existence. He pulled her away from the wreck just a moment Gabe opened his eyes and saw the fat man gazing down at him speculatively. "My guardian angel," he mumbled—shock had sobered him a little, but not enough. He sat up. "Guess I'm not hurt or you'd have thrown me back in." "And that's no joke," the fat man agreed. Gabe gave a short laugh, for no reason that she could see. friend to me, Gabe?" "I don't know who he is," Gabe said almost merrily, "except that he's with deliberate insult. He might have saved her life, but only casually, as a by-product of some larger scheme, and her appreciation held little gratitude. "if you get up, I'll drive you home. I warn you, be more careful in the future! Sometimes," he added musingly, "I almost wish you would let something happen. Then my problem would not be any problem, would it?" Gabriel shivered. "I'll be careful," he vowed. "I promise—I'll be careful." When he was sure that his charge was safely tucked in for the night, The would-be thief fled down the dark alley, with the hot bright rays from the stranger's gun lancing out after him in flamboyant but futile patterns. The stranger, a thin young man with delicate, angular features, made no attempt to follow. Instead, he bent over to examine Gabriel Lockard's form, appropriately outstretched in the gutter. "Only weighted out," he muttered, "he'll be all right. Whatever possessed you two to come out to a place like this?" "I really think Gabriel there was menace here and she could not understand it nor determine whether or not she was included in its scope. "Do you want to keep him from recognizing you is that it?" "Ask him." "He won't tell me he never tells me anything. We just keep running. I didn't recognize it as running at first, but now I realize that's what think?" There was no change of expression on the man's gaunt face, and she wondered how much control he had over a body that, though second- or third- or fourth-hand, must be new to him. How well could he make it "If you're after Gabriel, planning to hurt him," she asked, "why then do you keep helping him?" "I am not helping him . And he knows that." The original Gabriel Lockard looked down at the prostrate, snow-powdered figure of the man who had stolen his body and his name, death." He signaled and a cab came. "Tell him, when he comes to," he said to the girl as he and the driver "Tell him that sometimes I wonder whether cutting off my nose wouldn't, in the long run, be most beneficial for my face." except for the slight dampening of the sibilants, "but I'm afraid you cannot play." "Why not?" The emaciated young man began to put on his clothes. he changing because of Gabriel, he wondered, or was he using his own Was he activated solely by revenge or as much by the hope that in the hazards of the game he might, impossible though it now seemed, some day would have to wait until they reached the next town, unless the girl, seeing him reappear in the same guise, would guess what had happened and tell her husband. He himself had been a fool to admit to her that "Don't beat 'em cheat 'em." "It would have to be something pretty nuclear for the other guy to take "Oh, all right," the delicate young man gave in. It was a terrific risk he was agreeing to take, because, if the other was a criminal, he himself would, upon assuming the body, assume responsibility for all police had been ordered to burn on sight. The abolishing of capital punishment could not abolish the necessity for self-defense, and the man in question was not one who would let himself be captured easily, nor whom the police intended to capture easily. hulk like this. And maybe I'm cleverer than the original owner maybe I'll be able to get away with it. IV "Look, Gabe," the girl said, "don't try to fool me! I know you too well. And I know you have that man's—the real Gabriel "No, he didn't tell me anything really—just suggested I ask you whatever I want to know. But why else should he guard somebody he obviously hates the way he hates you? Only because he doesn't want to see his body spoiled." "It a pretty good body, isn't it?" Gabe flexed softening muscles Gabe, why don't you...?" "I wasn't thinking about that, Gabe," she said truthfully enough, for "I don't want to know!" he spat. "I wouldn't want it if I could get it back. Whoever it adhered to probably killed himself as soon as he looked in a mirror." He swung long legs over the side of his bed. "Christ, anything would be better than that! You can't imagine what a hulk I had!"

<question>:
What didn't this "bodyguard" do for Gabe?

<options>:
A tell his wife the truth
B pulled him out of a helicopter crash
C chase him across multiple planets
D stop him from being beaten up

<answer>:

A