Nia tilted her head from side to side, as if undecided. "Well, it's not really about us as Pros, is it? Well, at least, it isn't for me. It's about the fans...and I'll have far more chance to try it at some other time than they will." Though, saying that, it didn't look like anyone was jumping at the chance to get on the Windsweeper right now. And he was gesturing her for her to get on it? For pictures? "Er, sure...I guess..." Who did she need to speak to in order to have a go? She did want to try it out, and her picture in the paper would keep the sponsors happy.

Whilst she tried to catch the eye of the ministry person in charge (there was one, right?), Nia considered his next words. "The invisible one? It'll never be passed for Quidditch broom...bit boring for the spectators, don't you think?" And whilst she played Quidditch for the sheer joy of it, she knew it was ALL about the fans at the end of the day. They kept her being able to do what she loved day in, day out. "It's one for personal use I should imagine, which probably makes it even more dangerous. Can you imagine how many crashes there could be if commuters started using them over London?"

Yes, Nia had a brain, and wasn't afraid to use it...unlike the typical player stereotype. Ahem.

Mariel had told him about her? Nia blushed, the hand that she had been running through her hair settling awkwardly on the back of her neck. "Nothing too bad, I hope..." Unless it was bad in a good way. Mariel and Nia had been known as the terrible twosome on the pitch as school. Constantly covered in bitemarks and bruises from trying to get one up on each other at training in readiness to take on everyone else in matches. They'd gone through a LOT of bruise paste in their dorm, though it'd definitely been worth it. Her lips curled upwards at the memory. "Nothing too awful," she winked, as he countered with basically the same. "Though I feel it's my duty as bestie to give you my own once over too." She tapped her chin lightly at that...somehow managing to keep it both playful and serious.

An interview? Nia fiddled with her bangle (old habits died hard) and considered the proposition...and its proposer...carefully. "On what?" Her forthcoming wedding?...no way. On today or other Quidditch related things, then she might...just this once. As long as Mariel got to look it over before it went to print.