Sulu was too busy being morbidly amused by the fact that a ghost was trying to yank his towel off of him to notice how ridiculous he must look, trying to get away from something invisible to both of them. He was exhausted, frustrated and frankly just plain scared by the fact that he was dealing with the paranormal... with something trying to be playful and trying to yank away his towel. As much as he would probably not have minded this situation had the ghost not started it all off by throwing shit at them, much less touching Ianto, wrapping an arm around him -

Well. He minded, plain and simple. So, when the ghost grabbed at the hem, Sulu swatted his hand through thin air and said in a very strained voice, "Stop." He wasn't going to put up with it - he wanted to feel safe in this stupid room, on this stupid vacation that had turned out to be nothing more than another shitty trick on the community's part. He clearly wasn't feeling that, though.

The thing giggled and tugged and Sulu wished he could do something other than feel utterly helpless, which was an ugly thing to feel when he was so used to being able to handle his situations. A cold hand, or maybe just the impression of a hand, touched his leg and he lashed out with his foot. "Fucking stop! Son of a bitch!" The worst part was that Sulu knew how ridiculous looking he was at the moment, and how futile it was to be trying to hit something he couldn't touch. He just didn't see any other way to handle it.