[Don't judge a book by its cover? Not all cats are black? You can be here without wanting to end the world? Just look at all the traitors and the depression gang! ...Wait, that is,]

A coach doesn't come out of nowhere, though. Aren't they often veteran of the sport too? They need to be intimately familiar with how the game is played and its rules to teach someone else, it'd be a good experience to deepen your own understanding of it too. Why don't you give it a try and think of it as practice, just done through a different angle? I'm sure the children here would be happy to learn. I confess I've never played volleyball myself, but I'll be happy to help you however I can. With setting things up for starters, maybe? There are many courtyards in the Citadel, I'm sure we can repurpose one close to the children's wing into a volleyball court.

[The longer she goes on, the easier it becomes. Geez... It's almost like high school again. But those are valid points, aren't they? And if she can convince him to start doing what he loves again here, which is honestly not difficult to achieve, then it'll be worth it. Taking a pointless tiny, comforting step back, to the blissfully ignorant normalcy he used to know.]