 How do you think Retief felt during his time on the ship?
Magnan leaned back, waiting for Retief's reaction. Retief drew carefully on his cigar and looked at Magnan. "All right, Mr. Councillor," Retief said. "I'll carry it, sealed," Retief said. "If it's trapped for destruction, I suppose—" "I've heard of these Jorgensen's Worlds," Retief said. Overall policy calls for a defense of these backwater worlds. Otherwise the Corps would allow history to follow its natural course, as always." Retief opened the envelope Magnan handed him and looked at the tickets inside. Retief stood up. "Filled up. "But—" Retief picked up his suitcase and walked away toward the glare sign reading To Gates 16-30 . Retief followed the signs, threaded his way through crowds, found a covered ramp with the number 228 posted over it. Retief pulled a paper from an inside pocket, handed it over. Retief put his suitcase carefully on the floor, took a step and drove a right into the guard's midriff. He picked up his bag, stepped over the man and went up the gangway into the ship. "Which way to cabin fifty-seven, son?" Retief asked. Retief made his way along the narrow hall, found signs, followed them to cabin fifty-seven. A tall, florid man with an expensive coat belted over a massive paunch stood in the open door, looking at Retief. They maneuvered it through the door, lowered it, glanced at Retief and went out.
 Annoyed by the grievance he was receiving.
 Overwhelmed by bullies  Fearful of what he would encounter once they landed  Scared of what they had planned for him  Annoyed by the grievance he was receiving.