 What can be inferred about the personality of Chip?
"There are four planets in the group," he said. "Two double planets, all rather close to an unimportant star listed as DRI-G 33987. They're called Jorgensen's Worlds, and in themselves are of no importance whatever. However, they lie deep in the sector into which the Soetti have been penetrating. Magnan leaned back, waiting for Retief's reaction. Unfortunately, Jorgensen's Worlds are technologically undeveloped areas. Their industry is limited to a minor role in their economy—enough to support the merchant fleet, no more. "I have here," he said solemnly, "information which will change that picture completely." "Lastly; an Utter Top Secret schematic for conversion of a standard anti-acceleration field into a potent weapon—a development our systems people have been holding in reserve for just such a situation." "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." "You'll be traveling with Class X credentials," Magnan snapped. II Retief put down the heavy travel-battered suitcase and leaned on the counter, studying the schedules chalked on the board under the legend "ALDO CERISE—INTERPLANETARY." "Filled up. VIP's required accommodation," he said. You'll have to try to get space on the Four-Planet Line ship next—" "Which gate?" Retief followed the signs, threaded his way through crowds, found a covered ramp with the number 228 posted over it. "Which way to cabin fifty-seven, son?" Retief asked. A gaunt leathery-skinned man wearing white ducks, a blue turtleneck sweater and a peaked cap tilted raffishly over one eye stared at Retief. The thick-necked man edged past him, looked at Retief and snorted, "That's him, sure." "When you can spare the time from your other duties," Retief said, "take a look at Section Three, Paragraph One, of the Uniform Code. That spells out the law on confirmed space on vessels engaged in interplanetary commerce." One of the two wiped his nose on a sleeve, spat on his right palm, and stepped forward, then hesitated. At a table across the room, the Captain, now wearing a dress uniform and with his thin red hair neatly parted, sat with a table of male passengers.
 He was caring and generous when no one else was
 He was selfish and wanted everyone else to suffer  He was caring and generous when no one else was  He was an old, hateful man who didn't appreciate back talk  He only cared about the food he prepared