Res stared at Clock-girl like she'd grown a second head. That girl was the prime example of everything that was wrong with American public schools. "You do realize that you're fucking retarded, right?" she asked, blinking at her. "Please. The big kids are talking here. Have you ever taken a fifth grade science class?" She was pretty sure Keane was going to yell at her for this, but... yeah. "My own thoughts on our level on the Fucking Doomed scale aside... how shall I put this... satellites are big, magical, complicated things, and have almost nothing to do with magnetic fields. Neither do clocks. And a plane has much higher chances of finding us than a satellite - especially if the magical satellite men don't know where to point it in the first place."