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

<passage>:
all along: "Herrell McCray, Herrell McCray, Herrell McCray, this is Jodrell Bank calling Herrell McCray...." he had done it a thousand times. And while he was looking at Betelgeuse, Rigel Where are you? Help!" IV Hatcher's second in command said: "He has got through the first survival test. In fact, he broke his way out! What next?" "Wait!" Hatcher ordered sharply. He was watching the new specimen and but it was not the pain that disturbed Hatcher, "I know," Hatcher said, "but watch. Do you see? He is going straight toward her." Hatcher, who was not human, did not possess truly human emotions but he did feel amazement when he was amazed, and fear when there was cause to be afraid. These specimens, obtained with so much difficulty, much better than any of his helpers. They could only be surprised at the queer antics of the aliens with attached limbs and strange powers. Hatcher knew that this was not a freak show, but a matter of life and exasperation: "If I could only see !" female is perhaps not quite mute." "Then shall we abandon him and work with her, forgetting the first one?" Hatcher hesitated. "No," he said at last. "The male is responding well. Remember that when last this experiment was done every subject died death. He said, musing: having tunnel vision or wearing blinders. He could see what he was looking at, but he could see nothing else. And the things he could , an explosion, himself knocked out, brought here in a suit ... well, it was an explanation with more holes than fabric, like a fisherman's net, but at least it was rational. but if so the air they brought in was worse than what he already had. McCray was beginning to feel more confident. It was astonishing how a little light made an impossible situation bearable, how quickly his courage flowed back when he could see again. He could, of course, be dead. All this could be the fantasies of a cooling brain. McCray grinned into the pink-lit darkness. The thought had somehow II Someone else could. Someone was watching Herrell McCray, with the clinical fascination Suppose you call him "Hatcher" (and suppose you call it a "him.") Hatcher was not exactly male, because his race had no true males but it did have females and he was certainly not that. Hatcher did not in any way look like a human being, but they had features in common. If Hatcher and McCray had somehow managed to strike up an acquaintance, they might have got along very well. Hatcher, like McCray, was an adventurous soul, young, able, well-learned in the technical sciences of his culture. Both enjoyed games—McCray baseball, poker and three-dimensional chess Hatcher a number of sports which defy human description. Both held positions of some importance—considering their ages—in the affairs of their respective worlds. Physically they were nothing alike. Hatcher was a three-foot, obeyed the orders of his brain as well as your mind can make your toes curl Hatcher's principal task at this moment was to run the "probe team" excited. His members, disposed about the room where he had sent them on various errands, quivered and shook a little yet they were the calmest limbs in the room the members of the other team workers were in a The probe team had had a shock. "Paranormal powers," muttered Hatcher's second in command, and the others mumbled agreement. Hatcher ordered silence, studying the specimen from Earth. After a long moment he turned his senses from the Earthman. and even more, not one of them could have looked away to save his life from the spectacle of a creature as odd and, from their point of view, hideously alien as Herrell McCray. Hatcher hurried through the halls of the great buried structure in Hatcher identified himself and gave a quick, concise report: about communicating with him, Hatcher? Any progress?" The council conferred among itself for a moment, Hatcher waiting. It was not really a waste of time for him "Stop fidgeting," commanded the council leader abruptly. "Hatcher, you "But, sir...." Hatcher swung closer, his thick skin quivering slightly he would have gestured if he had brought members with him to gesture with. "We've done everything we dare. We've made the place homey for him—" actually, what he said was more like, and we're frightening him half to death. We can't go faster. This creature is in no way similar to us, you know. He relies on paranormal forces—heat, light, kinetic energy—for his life. His chemistry is not ours, his processes of thought are not ours, his entire organism is closer to the inanimate rocks of a sea-bottom than to ourselves." "Understood, Hatcher. In your first report you stated these creatures were intelligent." "Yes, sir. But not in our way." "But in Hatcher. Yours is not the only probe team working. The Central Masses "Have they secured a subject?" Hatcher demanded jealously. There was a moment's silence. Frozen, Hatcher could only wait. The everything you can to establish communication with your subject." "But the danger to the specimen—" Hatcher protested automatically. "—is no greater," said the councillor, "than the danger to every one of us if we do not find allies now Hatcher returned to his laboratory gloomily. Hatcher did not like the idea of endangering the Earthman. It cannot it was not pity or sympathy that caused him to regret the dangers in moving too fast toward communication. Not even Hatcher had quite got over the revolting physical differences between the Earthman and his own people. But Hatcher did not want him destroyed. It had been difficult enough getting him here. Hatcher checked through the members that he had left with the rest of his team and discovered that there were no immediate emergencies, so he took time to eat. In Hatcher's race this was accomplished in ways not Hatcher caught and poured into a disposal trough at the side of the He returned quickly to the room. His second in command was busy, but one of the other team workers reported—nothing new—and asked about Hatcher's appearance before the council. Hatcher passed the question off. He considered telling his But it seemed that the Probe Teams themselves might be betraying their existence to their enemies— "Hatcher!" he hurried to see what it was about. It was his second in command, very excited. "What is it?" Hatcher demanded. "Wait...." Hatcher was patient he knew his assistant well. Obviously something At what passed among Hatcher's people for a viewing console an image was forming. Actually it was the assistant himself who formed it, not a cathode trace or projected shadow but it showed what it was meant to Hatcher was startled. "Another one! And—is it a different species? Or Hatcher studied him frostily may be in the process of killing our first one now." "Killing him, Hatcher?" Hatcher rose and shook himself, his mindless members floating away like Before Stage Two began, or before Herrell McCray realized it had begun, he had an inspiration. For a second he thought he heard the far-off voice, quiet, calm and almost hopeless, that he had sensed hours before but then that was guesses of his "common sense." When Jodrell Bank , hurtling faster never mind how. Never mind what he would, or could, do next At this rate, he thought grimly, he would be an hour getting through it. Did he have an hour? But it did not take an hour. One blow was luckier than the rest it even that pink pseudo-light that had baffled him here was nothing or shapeless huge intelligent amoebae, and felt the skin prickle at the back of his neck. He tapped half-heartedly at one of the closed cupboards, and was not surprised when it proved as refractory as the door. Undoubtedly he could batter it open, but it was not likely that much would be left of

<question>:
What can you conclude about Hatcher's relationship with the rest of his team?

<options>:
A He fights with them.
B He does not understand his team.
C He does not always agree with them.
D He is much more brilliant than his team.

<answer>:

C