 What impression can be made about Don’s feelings towards Alis?
Radio messages stated simply that Superior had seceded from Earth. Communicating by radiophone across the vast pit, they confirmed that the town undoubtedly was missing. A National Guard officer volunteered to take a jeep down into the pit, having found a spot that seemed navigable. The object loomed out of a cloudbank at twelve thousand feet and Studley changed course to avoid it. One other radio message came from Superior, now airborne, on that first day. Don Cort had been dozing in what passed for the club car on the Buckeye Cannonball when the train braked to a stop. When Don had entered the club car he'd seen her hatless head from above and noticed that the hair along the part was dark. 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. The handcuff it was attached to was one reason why his interest in the redhead had been only passing. Don hesitated, shrugged at the redhead, said, "Excuse me," and followed the conductor. Don made his way up to the locomotive and found a bigger knot of people gathered in front of the cowcatcher. Don saw two men who must have been the engineer and the fireman talking to an old bearded gentleman wearing a civil defense helmet, a topcoat and riding boots. Don Cort and the fireman walked cautiously toward the edge while the professor ambled ahead with the familiarity of one who had been there before. Nevertheless, Don could see that it apparently was a neat, sharp edge, not one of your old ragged, random edges such as might have been caused by an explosion. He didn't have to stand on tiptoe any more than he had to sit on the edge of his seat during the exciting part of a movie, but the situation seemed to call for it. Don looked at the fireman, who had an unbelieving expression on his face, then at the bearded old man, who was smiling and nodding. Well, Professor Garet telephoned and said, 'Hector'—that's my name, I think what he was trying to convey was that this—this levitation confirmed his magnology principle." "Maybe not a plane," Don said, "but a helicopter could land just about anywhere."
 He was quickly becoming fond of her.
 He was afraid of her because of her boldness.  He was quickly becoming fond of her.  He found her to be attractive, yet too young for his liking.  He found her to be too young and annoying.