It looks like... [SQUINTS REAL HARD, it takes her a couple of seconds.] ...it miiiight be a star chart?

[But now stuff's happening and Clover rises a little, staring out towards the sea. Careful? Clover "sasses people holding weapons to her neck" "barges into the mastermind's office" "okay I'll set it to MAXIMUM VOLTAGE" "runs away on murder day all on her own" Field, careful? You think she's learned a lesson ever in her life???] Oh, no way! Don't worry about me, I can handle myself, promise!