There is no way she's going to actually pull him and all his metal to his feet. And he's not entirely sure he wants to touch her for that long-- especially holding a bundle of electrical energy, basically. The whole idea makes his skin crawl, and the plates in the metal arm shift.

But she's trying to be helpful. And kind.

So he hesitates a beat, then gets his feet mostly under him before taking her hand, mostly for show, for the last push up. "I guess we can cut it up. Make. Littler bits." He's actually not entirely sure how one makes a meal out of what he bought; he might remember sandwiches at some point, but right now, it's all gross nutrient shakes and IVs.