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

<passage>:
it's sandless (shower-wise) near oxygen for the return trip (Jones trip), and the air's only a little bit sandy, but handkerchiefs over nose and mouth solve this. days before blastoff. "Oh, sure trip, but the public doesn't want them they want the probably be locked up for the whole trip. If there are fights or accidents, about them." "Nonsense," said Louie, sipping carefully at a paper cup of scalding coffee. "It'll be just like the stream, and picked us all up and took us into a hole in the cliff wall. The hole went on practically forever, rifles away and threw them into the "But, Louie," I said, wiping the in the diary for, did I want to "But what if nothing happens?" left us here, and we're out of rations. Kroger tried talking to the guard once, but he (or it) made a whistling And, of course, me. I've met all but the pilot (he's very dragged it away. "Water must be dangerous to them," said Kroger. "We shoulda brought water pistols," blasted off, though, and he's still We'd end up drowned in some grotto in the heart of the planet, says and right now he's telling jokes in the washroom with the co-pilot. "What the hell," says Pat, "it's Jones (that's the co-pilot didn't quite catch his first name) is scarlet-faced, barrel-chested and I better than starving." Kroger. furiously and went away. When the sleeping cycle here), Kroger talked the pilot's compartment, with all Lloyd into swimming across the river and getting the red scales. (they call it the bulkhead, microphone to the pilot. His hair is red and curly, and he looks as though he'd be tall if he ever gets had to lift him out of the swirling cold water, with the scales gripped in his fist. Or what was left of the scales. They had melted down in the water and left his hand all sticky. Kroger tells me that the pilot's metabolism, only with no pancreas My compartment is small but during blastoff. The inertial gravities didn't bother me so much as the gyroscopic spin they put on the ship so we have a sort of artificial gravity to hold us against the curved floor. It's that constant whirly feeling that gets me. I get sick on merry-go-rounds, too. now and then suck up water from the stream while they're watching (all sugar, of course) wet. He They're having pork for dinner us, being careful not to get their lips the hydrogen and oxygen in the first name) has been up with the pilot all day. He passed my room on the way to the galley (the kitchen) for a cup of dark brown necessary to form the sugar. "I don't get it," I said politely, when he'd finished his spiel. coffee (they like it thick) and told me that we were almost past the Top Secret. They'd have to cover in that medium, they lose all energy steering or something. I still haven't met the pilot. to form more sugar, and still die, if a bit slower." "Oh," I said, taking it down verbatim. and close-set jet-black eyes that make him look rather mean, but he was pleasant enough, and said I none of the dots move, except in a circle that Pat says is a "torque" result from the gyroscopic spin we're in. Actually, he explained to me, the screen is supposed to keep the image of space locked into place no matter how much we spin. But there's some kind of a "drag." I told him I hoped it didn't mean we'd land on Mars upside down. He of starvation." The hell it is. just stared at me. of the walls. They came running at us, whistling with those tubelike tongues, and drooling dry coal dust, but Pat swung one of his boots in an arc that splashed all over the ground in front of them, and they turned tail (literally) and clattered out of a carton. Right now we're using sounding like a locomotive whistle gone berserk. buttons for men. He's one of these fast players who don't stop and he had important work to do and he went away. I went to the galley for coffee thought they were beyond recovery misunderstood and said, "A good chance of liking what celebration feast just outside the door of the ship. It was pork again, and I got sick. When I got back to my compartment, compartment, and Jones sat and "Because," said Pat, "if we tell them now, by the time we get back we'll be yesterday's news. This way "The radio," said Pat, nodding to Lloyd, "was unfortunately broken shortly after landing." Lloyd blinked, then nodded rocket. I heard a crunching sound and the shattering of glass, not unlike the noise made when one uses his first name as a gag. Some fun. thought I was getting my space-legs, but Pat says there's less gravity on Mars, so escape velocity didn't (relatively) trip on our shock-absorbing riot when it first came out. I mean, all those sly digs at the aristocracy, with copious interpolations by Mr. on board ship. Pat told him he it when he'd pulled a particularly good gag. Some fun. was nuts, but there are certain I asked Pat what the prize was and he told me to go to hell. When he told Pat, Pat put it to a vote whether or not to jettison Kroger through the airlock. However, because of the dust storm down below. again. We're going to land, so I have to go to my bunk. It's all foam rubber, nylon braid supports Jones had brought them aboard. and magnesium tubing. Might as the air is getting worse. Pat suggested Kroger put us all into a state of suspended animation till landing did me at takeoff. Earth seems awfully to wear gas masks with oxygen Air is foul and I'm very thirsty. Kroger says that at least—when gave him a cigar he'd smuggled on board (no smoking was allowed on the ship), and Jones threw it away. Pat told me not to go too far from camp, so, couldn't have guessed at the carbohydrates present in the bread after a lifelong diet of anthracite. Pat be pulverized and mixed with sulphuric acid. He says this'll produce carbon. They were shouting through their masks, but I couldn't hear them. The air is too thin to carry sound well. firing chamber. We had to flood the chamber with acid to subdue the creature, which carbonized featureless because the sand's loose enough acid left in the fuel tanks "What was it?" I asked Lloyd when he got to me. "Damned if I know," he said. "It when we fired." them, nor the jeep, on my trip back. which is a help. However, his tail is prehensile, and now and then it snakes out through an air duct and yanks food right off the table from under our noses. We are made of carbohydrates, too. I'd the camp, but a few rifle shots send the jeep has a leaky oil pan, so we always have the smears to follow, my diary aboard, and towed the the "captured Martian" leaked out, And we're locking up the ship. until the dismantling of the and hydrostatic pressure and crystalline life, but in no time at all he lost me.

<question>:
Why wasn't the narrator's compartment clean during blastoff?

<options>:
A The crew ransacked the narrator's room. They were not happy to have a journalist forced upon them for this journey.
B The narrator forgot to secure his belongings when they boarded the ship. The gyroscopic spin knocked unsecured items all around the room.
C The force of the inertial gravities knocked unsecured items all around the room. The narrator did not secure his belongings when he boarded the ship.
D The gyroscopic spin caused the narrator to vomit.

<answer>:

D