Clover looks between the others, bobbing her head whenever a point or motion for the plan is agreed on, only to freeze up when Arsenal says it's time to go.

"Wait! Um.. what am I supposed to do in all this? Do I need to play the "lost crying child" routine again, or do you need me to crawl through an air duct to let you in?"

Poor innocent Clover. The obvious use she could contribute is often not the first solution she comes up with, for worse or better.