While Will saves the keyboard, Rosinante sets to prying these very long bony fingers off the cables. "Please, just let go," he begs, though none of this is in their language now. His mind is too full of the feedback from those in it, and especially Will at the moment, to try and think up the words for much of anything else. Once he gets the spirit's hand off, it reaches quickly with the other hand to clasp fingers around his wrist, so now they're just holding onto each other. Could be worse, maybe. He manages to hoist the spirit up off where it's sitting, and just lets it dangle in the air from his hands while it lets out a sharp squeal of glee.

"Uh. Okay. That's something. Do you have something to distract-"

He's cut off when the spirit abruptly reaches up to press fingers to his mouth, then plucks the cigarette from his lips, leaving him briefly cross-eyed as he watches that just... happen right in front of his face.

Well, there's an idea. Sure, give the spirits cigarettes, just something else for them to hold onto. Problem is, the rest are in his back pocket and as he goes to reach for it the spirit clamps a similarly dexterous foot around his hand and holds on tight.