[The spirit squirms wildly for a moment and squeals with the hat between its teeth, then gives up and goes limp once it realizes it's caught firmly, with no real chance of escape. Still, it gives a snort of defiance at that look, and jerks its head away from the man's hand in a futile game of keep-away.

Meanwhile, Rosinante gets back up and gives chase, but slows his stride once he sees the forest spirit has been caught. With one hand around the handle of his lantern, he scrubs dirt and sand off his shirt as he makes his way over.]

Thanks. The little things won't leave me alone.

[The guy was fast, and what he can see of that cool robot arm looks really impressive. If he ever somehow hacks off a limb, he wants a replacement like that. Rather than gawk, though, he reaches for his hat - and again, the spirit twists and contorts itself to try and keep the hat away from both of them.]