"Unless he's got some magical device that can identify latents, I imagine he can't. But."
He paused and decided not to answer her question about where to go. It was apparent she wanted him here, so this is where he was going to be. Alistair continued.
"But unlike the President, there is an 'outside' to his boundary of rule. Once he pushes them outside his authority, they cease to become his problem. The President can't just shove them into Canada. Or the ocean. He has to deal with finding a place for Jokers, even if it's prisons or camps or what have you. Theoretically providing basic sustenance. That's where I see the difference."
Alistair worried the mouth of his bottle, fingertip surreptitiously drinking in the sparse liquid that was hung up on the ring of metal.