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

<passage>:
nothing was simple about Superior except its citizens. Calmly they accepted their rise in the world as being due to one of their local townspeople, a crackpot professor. But after a couple of weeks of floating around, it began to be obvious that the professor had no idea how to get them down. So then it was up to Cort: either find a way to anchor Superior, or spend the rest of his days on the smallest—and the nuttiest—planet in the galaxy! "If you mean don't I like you, the answer is yes, of course I do. But if I don't get out of this handcuff soon so I can take a bath and get into clean clothes, you're not going to like me." "You're still quite acceptable, if a bit whiskery." She stopped, still "Transportation?" Alis squeezed the arm she was holding. "Why? Don't you she said, "before you deteriorate." They were in the midst of an extremely pleasant kiss when the brief case at the end of Don's handcuff began to talk to him. hurried along the tracks. The conductor looked into the car. The redhead across the aisle in whom Don had taken a passing interest earlier in the evening asked, "Why did we stop?" opportunity for a brief study of her face. The cheeks were full and untouched by make-up. There were lines at the corners of her mouth which indicated a tendency to arrange her expression into one of disapproval. The lips were full, like the cheeks, but it was obvious that the scarlet lipstick had contrived a mouth a trifle bigger than the one nature had given her. Her glance upward at that moment interrupted his examination, which had been about to go on to her figure. Later, though, he was able to observe that it was more than adequate. If the girl had given Don Cort more than that one glance, or if it had been a trained, all-encompassing glance, she would have seen a man in his mid-twenties—about her age—lean, tall and straight-shouldered, with once-blond hair now verging on dark brown, a face neither handsome nor ugly, and a habit of drawing the inside of his left cheek between his teeth and nibbling at it thoughtfully. But it was likely that all she noticed then was the brief case he get rid of the brief case. The handcuff it was attached to was one reason why his interest in the redhead had been only passing. "Can't say," the conductor told him. He let the door close again and sat in the dark, hissing steam. Don made his way up to the locomotive "Well, let's hurry up. We haven't got all night." The old man chuckled. "I'm afraid you have." Nevertheless, Don could see that it apparently was a neat, sharp edge, Standing on tiptoe and repressing a touch of giddiness, Don looked over Don looked at the fireman, who had an unbelieving expression on his "The college. The institute, really it's not accredited. What did you say your name was, miss?" reception isn't very good, especially with old English movies. Well, all of a sudden the picture sharpened up and I could see just as plain. Then for a while." "What do you mean by that?" Jen Jervis asked. "Hm," said Hector Civek. Don couldn't quite catch his expression in the The mayor was off across the campus. Don looked at Geneva Jervis, who was frowning. "Are you thinking," he asked, "that Mayor Civek was perhaps just a little less than completely honest with us?" "I'm thinking," she said, "that I should have stayed with Aunt Hattie Don laughed again. "He sure is." " Mister Cort!" she said, annoyed. "You know as well as I do that late." " Places to sleep," she corrected. She looked angry. "Of course," Don said, puzzled by her emphasis. "Come on. Where they put comfortable," she said. "What a night, eh? The professor is simply beside himself. We haven't had so much excitement since the cosmolineator blew up." The mess hall, or whatever they called it, was cafeteria style and he got in line with a tray for juice, eggs and coffee. He saw no one he knew, but as he was looking for a table a willowy blonde girl smiled and gestured to the empty place opposite her. Alis—that's A-l-i-s, not A-l-i-c-e—Garet. Are you with the FBI? Or did "How do you do. No, just a bank messenger. What an unusual name. Professor Garet's daughter?" "The same," she said. "Also the only. A pity, because if there'd been two of us I'd have had a fifty-fifty chance of going to OSU. As it is, "I didn't know there were any." "Actually there's only one, the Don blinked at the headline: Alis said. Don read the story, which seemed to him a capricious treatment of an Alis had been creaming and sugaring Don's coffee. She pushed it across Don creased the paper the other way, took a sip of coffee, nodded his his explanation. The "reasons" include these: (1) Superior has been discriminated against (b) lacks space to publish and which (it being atrociously Don said, "I'm beginning to like this Ed Clark." "He's a doll," Alis said. "He's about the only one in town who stands up to Father." Earth?" "Not to me he doesn't. I'm one of those banes of his existence, a skeptic. He gave up trying to magnolize me when I was sixteen. I had a science teacher in high school—not in Superior, incidentally—who gave me all kinds of embarrassing questions to ask Father. I asked them, being a natural-born needler, and Father has disowned me intellectually ever since." "How old are you, Miss Garet, if I may ask?" She sat up straight and tucked her sweater tightly into her skirt, emphasizing her good figure. To a male friend Don would have described the figure as outstanding. She had mocking eyes, a pert nose and a mouth of such moist red softness that it seemed perpetually waiting to be kissed. All in all she could have been the queen of a campus much more densely populated with co-eds than Cavalier was. "You may call me Alis," she said. "And I'm nineteen." Don grinned. "Going on?" "Three months past. How old are you , Mr. Cort?" "Don's the name I've had for twenty-six years. Please use it." "On such short notice?" Don was intrigued. Last night the redhead from the club car had repelled an advance that hadn't been made, and this morning a blonde was apparently making an advance that hadn't been "I'll admit to the double entendre ," Alis said. "What I meant—for "Sure I do. Non-Einsteinian Relativity 1, at nine o'clock. But I'm a demon class-cutter, which is why I'm still a Senior at my advanced age. On to the brink!" "Not that I know of," Don said. He introduced him to Alis Garet. "What Alis shrugged. "All I know is you turn on the faucet and there's water. "Looks just about the same," she said. "That's funny. Come on "I should think it'd be all dried up by now. I'm going to have a look." "Don't! You'll fall off!" "I'll be careful." He walked cautiously toward the edge. Alis followed "How do you feel?" Alis asked. Alis put a hand out tentatively, then purposefully took hold of his over the edge. Alis gave a little shriek. Don was momentarily unnerved isn't going off the edge!" "What's the other source, besides the faucet in your bathroom?" Don

<question>:
What impression can be made about Don’s feelings towards Alis?

<options>:
A He was afraid of her because of her boldness.
B He was quickly becoming fond of her.
C He found her to be attractive, yet too young for his liking.
D He found her to be too young and annoying.

<answer>:

B