 How do you think Meredith feels about the rest of the crew?
In repose, Taphetta the Ribboneer resembled a fancy giant bow on a package. "There are at least a hundred kinds of humans, each supposedly originating in strict seclusion on as many widely scattered planets. Obviously there was no contact throughout the ages before space travel— and yet each planetary race can interbreed with a minimum of ten others ! "Outside of your own world, there's nothing like your species, except superficially, and that's true of all other creatures, intelligent or not, with the sole exception of mankind. Actually, the four of us here, though it's accidental, very nearly represent the biological spectrum of human development. Emmer just misses being able to breed with my kind, but there's a fair chance that I'd be fertile with Meredith and a similar though lesser chance that her fertility may extend to Kelburn." It's reasonable to assume that, if men were set down on a hundred such worlds, they'd seem to fit in with native life-forms on a few of them. "We've got new data and are able to interpret it better. This is one arm of it as it is today and here are the human systems." "And whereas there are humans who are relatively near and not fertile, they can always mate with those they were adjacent to two hundred thousand years ago !" The Ribboneer glanced out the visionport, where another ship hung motionless in space beside them. We have men who could do the job in a makeshift fashion, but the region we're heading for, while mapped, is largely unknown. "I had other plans, but I can't evade professional obligations, and an emergency such as this should cancel out any previous agreements. We've copied the Ribboneer's standard nature, simplifying it a little and adding a per cent here and there for the crew pilot and scientist's share of the profits from any discoveries we may make." "I'm complimented that you like our contract so well," said Taphetta, "but I really must have our own unsimplified version. Disdainfully, Meredith adjusted a skirt that, a few inches shorter, wouldn't have been a skirt at all, revealing, while doing so, just how long and beautiful a woman's legs could be. Firmon leered at Meredith and, when she failed to smile, added plaintively, "I did try to change it, but he still complains." "It's an animal," said Firmon. "I'll come along and help," said Meredith, untwining her legs and leaning against him.
 She respects one person the most and loves another person the most
 She has a close bond of respect and (platonic) love for the rest of the members  She respects and loves one person the most  She's become friends with them slowly over time and appreciates them all  She respects one person the most and loves another person the most