Hiro knows what an impending affectionate headlock looks like, so he'll hop up into Subzero's hand with a practiced move that suggests being picked up by giant robots is the norm for him at this point. In fact, even as he's brought up, presumably to eye level, he doesn't stumble, instead walking around and mentally noting how the newest metallic buddy differs from others he has.

"I still say you guys are lucky," he points out, waiting until Subzero's hand is steady, then venturing up onto his wrist. "I mean, at least stuff is sort of familiar. Why couldn't I have been alien abducted to a place with more than one pizza place?" Hiro is very miffed that his options are limited.