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

<passage>:
"Great!" muttered Betty. "What a lucky girl I am!" TOLLIVER'S ORBIT "Yes," admitted Tolliver, "there Betty frowned at him. "I'll think about it," promised the girl, staring thoughtfully at the deck. Tolliver anchored himself in a seat and grinned as he thought about it I'll explain how I cut the fuel flow and see if she's detective enough to suspect that we're just orbiting Ganymede! Jeffers fidgeted in his chair, causing it to creak under the bulk of his body. It had been built for Ganymede, but not for Jeffers. Tolliver stared at him silently, but the other had difficulty meeting hazardous duty!" "Doesn't matter," answered Tolliver, grinning amiably. "The hazardous part is just being on the same moon as you for the next six months." Tolliver began to have his doubts the next day by the arbitrary calender constructed to match Ganymede's week-long journey around Jupiter. His contract guaranteed a pilot's rating, but someone had neglected to On the bulletin board, Tolliver's name stood out beside the number spaceport, or for hauling cross-country to one of the mining domes. Tolliver turned to see Red Higgins, a regular driver. the waste of fuel involved when the home-office relative emerged. She was about five feet four and moved as if she walked lightly even in stronger gravity than Ganymede's. Her trim coiffure was a shade too blonde which served to set off both the blue of her eyes and the cap apparently won from one of the pilots. She wore gray slacks and a heavy Tolliver. "By the way, just call me Betty." "They were making dates," said the girl. "Were they ribbing me, or is it true that none of the four of them goes back with the ship?" "It's true enough," Tolliver assured her. "We need people out here, and maneuvered out of the dome. Then he headed the tractor across the frozen surface of Ganymede toward the permanent domes of the city. "How is it here?" asked the girl. "They told me it's pretty rough." "What did you expect?" asked Tolliver. "Square dances with champagne?" see much else." "You never can tell," said the pilot, yielding to temptation. "Any square inch of Ganymede is likely to be dangerous." I'll be sorry later , he reflected, but if Jeffers keeps me jockeying this creeper, I'm entitled to some amusement. And Daddy's little girl is trying too hard to sound like one of the gang. "Yeah," he went on, "right now, I don't do a thing but drive missions ?" Tolliver pursed his lips and put on a shrewd expression. "Don't sneer at Ganymede, honey!" he warned portentously. "Many a man who did isn't here today. Take the fellow who used to drive this mission!" "You can call me Betty. What happened to him?" "I'll tell you some day," Tolliver promised darkly. "This moon can strike like a vicious animal." "Oh, they told me there was nothing alive on Ganymede!" "I was thinking of the mountain slides," said the pilot. "Not to mention volcanic puffballs that pop out through the frozen crust where She was now sitting bolt upright in the swaying seat. Tolliver deliberately dipped one track into an icy hollow. In the light gravity, the tractor responded with a weird, floating lurch. "Those slides," he continued. "Ganymede's only about the size of Mercury, something like 3200 miles in diameter, so things get heaped up at steep angles. When the rock and ice are set to sliding, they come Tolliver! jovial as that of a hungry crocodile. "Miss Koslow!" he beamed, like a politician the day before the voting. "It certainly is an honor to have you on Ganymede with us! That's all, Tolliver, you can go. Yes, indeed! Mr. Koslow—the president, that is: your father—sent a message about you. I repeat, it will be an honor to "Never mind him, Mr. Jeffers," snapped the girl, in a tone new to Tolliver. "We won't be working together, I'm afraid. You've already had enough rope." pilot stared at Betty, trying to recall pictures he had seen of the He darted a suspicious glare at Tolliver. Tolliver blinked. He had taken her for three or four years older. Jeffers now ignored him, intent upon the girl. "Daddy gave me the title of tenth vice-president mostly as a joke, when he told me to find out what was wrong with operations on Ganymede. I have some Betty, and Tolliver thought he muttered something about "just landed." Tolliver, hardly thinking about it, expected the someone to be Tolliver brought up a snappy uppercut to the man's chin, feeling that In the gravity of Ganymede, the man was knocked off balance as much as he was hurt, and sprawled on the floor. Betty. The others were swarming over Tolliver. Jeffers came around his Tolliver found himself dumped on the floor of an empty office in the "I'm sorry about that," murmured Betty. Tolliver grunted. Sorrow would not reduce the throbbing, nor was he "Thanks for letting me know in time," said Tolliver. Tolliver groaned. "What do you know about the crooked goings-on here?" asked Betty after building, plotting the next move, brought Tolliver to his feet. "I'll come along with you, Tolliver," said the girl. "Let's not argue about it," said Betty, a trifle pale but looking Tolliver. "How good?" From the corner of his eye, he thought he saw Betty make a startled Through the faceplates, he saw the girl nod, wide-eyed. As soon as he plunged the knife into the outer layer, he could see dusty, moist air puffing out into the near-vacuum of Ganymede's Ganymede. They took one short rest, during which Tolliver was forced to explain away the dangers of slides and volcanic puffballs. He admitted to having exaggerated slightly. In the end, they reached the "That's all right," Tolliver told the girl. "We can get in with no "Who knows?" retorted Tolliver. "There wasn't time to check Tolliver sighed. In their weightless state, it was no easy task to pry her out of the spacesuit. He thought of inquiring if she needed any further help, but reminded himself that this was the boss's daughter. When Betty produced a memo giving frequency and call sign, he set about of range of the scanner and microphone. As she spoke, he stared exasperatedly at a bulkhead, marveling at the influence of a man who could arrange for a cruiser to escort his daughter to Ganymede and wondering what was behind it all. For one thing, though the officer seemed well acquainted with Betty, he request as if he had been hanging in orbit merely until learning who to go down after. They really sent her out to nail someone He signed off promptly. The pilot faced Betty, who looked more offended about that." The girl grinned. "Relax, Tolliver," she told him. "Did you really believe Daddy would send his own little girl way out here to Ganymede to look for whoever was gypping him?" "You ... you...?" firm. If old Koslow had a son to impersonate—" "I'd be stuck for six months in this orbit with some brash young man," Tolliver finished for her. "I guess it's better this way," he said meditatively a moment later. "I didn't expect to so soon." "Yeah, you were pretty lucky. They'll think you're a marvel to crack the case in about three hours on Ganymede."

<question>:
How does Tolliver feel about Betty at first?

<options>:
A she's a rich man's daughter deserving of the company
B she's attractive and someone he should get to know
C she's an entitled girl that doesn't know what she's getting into
D she's a fun girl to joke around with while on Ganymede

<answer>:

C