He held his tongue for just that - long enough to complete the circuit they'd walked and get into the town car. He put the privacy window and the sound dampeners up before finally addressing her statement.
"I imagine he'll circumvent the economic issues by not simply editing them out of the work force. He'll edit them out of collecting unemployment, receiving public health - or at least threatening to pull public funding for hospitals that continue to maintain care, and then welfare. Really, if anything, paring down the societal strain by excluding a sizable amount of the population may do the local economy good - more available jobs, money concentrating on 'Real Americans', no paying for those pesky Joker medical bills."
"Of course," Alistair added, taking the bottle of water he'd left and resuming drinking from it, "this increases crime which makes the whole Wild Card Act seem awfully prescient. It's a win-win for Yang."
He fell silent as he breathed and drank and existed. All the money in the world wouldn't matter if he was turned away from every establishment that would serve him. Money wouldn't matter at all.