"That's what we all die with in the end," Gert commented. A bill to pay here or there. Someone always taking money from someone else. The wealthy dragging out the blood of the poor through credit and loans. There was a part of Gert that would always fight for a future where people were on equal ground. Where the rich and the poor could meet and it not be when put into the ground and time scraping their bones clean. Equality for all, that's what she wanted, and what she would fight for in her own way.
Gert's brow furrowed at America's answer. "Maybe there is only so much they can look into," Gert offered, knowing that she was in a situation where she was there, digging through piles of trash. No, she was trying to find the needle in a needle-stack. She felt like answers might be staring her in the face but she couldn't put them together. While Gert was no Amadeus or Tony Stark, she prided herself on her work at SHIELD and how she could often see the big picture where others couldn't.
"The world has to function," she added, "And where are they going to look? You have any ideas?"