As someone who likes Quidditch, and is very good in it too, Danika could not possible understand why her own instructor had left the Goblins, it just did not exist in her mind to stop doing what you loved to do the most. It did not make sense. Then again, she was very young, she will understand it eventually. Perhaps the day when she stopped being reckless will be soon to come.

And Salander was right. It must have been quite a decision, indeed. A very difficult one, probably.

But then he started to talk about some fighter pilot and he lost her. She knew little of airplanes or any sort of aircraft, and all she could understand in that sentence was the word 'pilot'. That's as far as her knowledge in the subject goes, and as curious as she could be about it, this was a Ball, she was not going to get those explanations at this moment. So, she let it go.

Danika noticed his eyes widening after Fletcher's 'Madame', it had been rather amusing, truly amusing, but Salander did not have to worry about a thing. She laughed, "Yes, Sal is right, Danika vorks just fine" just Danika, like...just Fletcher?

The young woman smiled as Salander repeated the same thing as Rae. Well, no, he was not Iron Man, thankfully he explained further.

Oh. Non-magical comic books...were there other kinds? And he explained what those were, such a sweetheart! Because she really had no idea. They only taught the most basic scenarios in her school, trust her, comic books were nowhere to be seen or heard. Dark gray eyes on Salander as he continued to speak and once he was done there was a sweet smile on her face, "Like a Knight" she said, with a nod, a nod that made her red hair gleam a bit. She could be the damsel in distress, though, she literally was when she exited the first task, and she got the help from none other than Fletcher, the King, and Salander, the Knight...

..."So, I have my own personal Auror" or Knight. Smile.