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

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for weapons more adequate for encountering the local fauna when it was over. Blast-rifles were not effective against such creatures as these. Torches were contact weapons Moran cut apart the yard-long monstrosity with a slash of flame. The thing presumably died, but it continued to writhe senselessly. He turned to see other horrors crawling toward him. Then he knew he was being marooned on a planet of endless terrors. Moran, naturally, did not mean to help in the carrying out of the plans which would mean his destruction one way or another. The plans were but they killed. Blast-rifles did not. And Harper needed to pull himself together again, too. Also, neither Moran nor any of the others wanted to disgusting legs of the thing still kicked spasmodically—quite separate—on the whitish ground-stuff. Moran had disliked such creatures Nadine's ship's company, it was simply necessary to get rid of Moran. In their predicament he might have come to the same conclusion but he was not at all enthusiastic about their , with Moran present and allowed to take part in the discussion. From the viewpoint of the man could endure the air and temperature conditions he would find. Moran observed these things from the control-room of the Nadine's watched out the same ports as the planet seemed to approach. Burleigh said encouragingly "It doesn't look too bad, Moran!" Moran disagreed, but he did not answer. He cocked an ear instead. He heard something. It was a thin, wabbling, keening whine. No natural passage leading away. He called. But Moran observed with grudging Wherever the yacht landed, such a disparity between its documents and its crew would spark an investigation. A lengthy, incredibly minute investigation. Moran, at least, would be picked out as a fugitive from Coryus Three. The others were fugitives too, from some unnamed world Moran did not know. They might be sent back where they came from. In could not land anywhere for supplies. With five on board, as her papers declared, she could. And Moran was the extra man whose presence would rouse space-port officials' suspicion of the rest. So he had to be dumped. be a long time ago, though." "It's weak," observed Burleigh. "We'll try answering it." Moran stirred, and he knew that every one of the others was conscious of the movement. But they didn't watch him suspiciously. They were alert by long habit. Burleigh said they'd been Underground people, fighting the the revolt had collapsed. They'd go back later when they weren't expected, and start it up again. Moran considered the story probable. Only people accustomed to desperate actions would have remained so calm when Moran had used desperate measures against them. provide food in a minimum of time. It was not an encouraging thought, though, and Moran grimaced. She hadn't said anything about being sorry that he had to be marooned. Maybe she was, but rebels learn to be practical or they don't live long. Moran wondered, momentarily, what sort of world they came from and why they had revolted, and what sort of set-back to the revolt had sent the five off in what they considered a strategic retreat but their government would think defeat. Moran's own situation was perfectly clear. He'd killed a man on Coryus III. His victim would not be mourned by anybody, and somebody formerly in very great danger would now be safe, which was the reason for what Moran had done. But the dead man had been very important, and the fact that Moran had forced him to fight and killed him in fair combat made no difference. Moran had needed to get off-planet, and fast. But space-travel regulations are especially designed to prevent such escapes. Nadine's Nadine's Nadine's no mineral surface! The landing-pockets had burned away three or four fore part was crushed in. The other landing-fins could be traced. "It's a ship," said Moran curtly. "It crash-landed and its crew set up a Burleigh said angrily "You'd do what we are doing if you were in our shoes!" "Sure," said Moran, "but a man can gripe, can't he?" explore." "Aye, aye, sir," said Moran with irony. "Very kind of you, sir. You'll go armed, sir?" Burleigh growled "Naturally!" "Then since I can't be trusted with a weapon," said Moran, "I suggest that I take a torch. We may have to burn through that loathesome stuff to get in the ship." "Right," growled Burleigh again. "Brawn and Carol, you'll keep ship. The rest of us wear suits. We don't know what that stuff is outside." Moran silently went to the space-suit rack and began to get into a suit. Modern space-suits weren't like the ancient crudities with bulging special garments with the brisk absence of fumbling that these people displayed in every action. "If there's a lifeboat left," said Carol suddenly, "Moran might be able to do something with it." "Ah, yes!" said Moran. "It's very likely that the ship hit hard enough to kill everybody aboard, but not smash the boats!" "Somebody survived the crash," said Burleigh, "because they set up a beacon. I wouldn't count on a boat, Moran." "I don't!" snapped Moran. He flipped the fastener of his suit. He felt all the openings catch. He saw the others complete their equipment. They took arms. So far they had seen no moving thing outside, but arms were simple sanity on an unknown world. Moran, though, would not be permitted a weapon. He picked up a torch. They filed into the airlock. The inner door closed. The outer door opened. It was not necessary to check the air specifically. The landed. Moran moved scornfully " Moran grunted. Distastefully, he saw his predicament made worse. He knew what had happened here. He could begin to guess at other things to be discovered. It had not been practical for men to move onto new planets "Suppose we go look at the ship?" said Moran unpleasantly. "Maybe you can find out where you are, and I can find out what's ahead of me." He climbed up on the unscorched surface. It was elastic. The "We'd better spread out," added Moran, "or else we'll break through that skin and be floundering in this mess." "I'm giving the orders, Moran!" said Burleigh shortly. "But what you say does make sense." He and the others joined Moran on the yielding surface. Their footing was uncertain, as on a trampoline. They staggered. They moved toward the Nadine's color from one end to the other. Its manner of walking was insane but somehow sedate. Moran heard muffled noises in his helmet-phone as the others tried to speak. Carol's voice came anxiously " What's the matter? What do you see? " Moran said with savage precision harshly to the men with him "It's not a hunting creature on worlds where it's smaller. It's not likely to have turned deadly here. Come on!" men—the armed ones—moved back from the smoke. They wore space-helmets but they felt that there should be an intolerable smell. Moran slashed and slashed angrily with the big flame, cutting a way to crew. His fate would then be sealed. But they also would be as thoroughly as one that had too many. Perhaps more thoroughly. So if Harper were killed, Moran would be needed to take his place. He'd go on from here in the

<question>:
Why is the crew of the Nadine not more upset that Moran stole their spacecraft?

<options>:
A They view Moran as a potential sacrifice to any predators or officials they may discover upon the alien planet.
B They are fugitives just like Moran, and don't believe he has a motive to thwart their mission.
C They have no space navigation experience, while Moran does, and view him as potentially useful.
D They are not threatened by Moran because he does not have any weapons on his person.

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B