Loki does accept the hand up. Why not? It's a friendly gesture, and until he's gotten the lay of this new land, he isn't about to turn away any of those. Besides, he's still quite stiff and it's helpful to have someone pull, or rather to yank surprisingly strongly. Once he's achieved standing on two legs, he stretches his back with a little groan.

"Ah—yes," he says, looking up at the sky, brushing idly at his dust-caked shoulders and arms. It makes almost no difference. The blue leather has held up, sort of, but it will never be quite the same. "I seem to have just recently dropped in, as it were. Thank you for your help. Might I ask where I have ended up?"

But before the question gets an answer, a little robot appears and chirps at him, and the Allspeak actually works on it. Loki can understand what it's saying. Which means it's actually alive in some way, and isn't that interesting? "I have certainly fared better. What is a stim, exactly?" And what manner of mechanical creature will provide it to him? Loki peers at it, curious about what in that array of circuits and wires has granted it sentience.