[ He does manage to get to his feet thanks to Adam, a small stumble that lands him close to the older guy, but only torso to torso. There's a muttered 'thanks' or something like it to the welcome, though Trench, what that is, is secondary to Robby's focus on his legs.

But he's keeping standing, and he looks at Adam for the first time, properly; on one he recognises, but he isn't expecting or wanting a familiar face. Blinking, he recognises the feel of cold weather on his skin. He's taking the moment to think less about his limbs, and more about where they are. Trench, the guy said- ]

What happens now? [ The feeling to belong brought him here, this place, but the next - no part of him had considered that in the journey. What came next?

(Luckily, his squid brain was keeping him from feeling sheepish about his current naked state - for now.) ]