He wasn't going to answer where they were going, was he? There were times when Alistair drove her a little mad. With a small sigh, Katherine started driving. She reached into the compartment between them, digging around for gum as she kept the car moving down the narrow Fremont streets.
"I'll give you that. But eventually, if Yang pushes them outside, they become someone else's problem. And thus the President's problem. And shit rolls downhill, so I suppose, at that point it becomes my problem although I already consider it something of a concern." She hesitated, not certain of whether or not her next sentence was appropriate. "Alistair, what would happen if someone important, particularly in government, expressed a wild card? Yang doesn't have a magical device but that won't stop something like that from happening at some point."