Like a good little fellow, you do as your new playmate suggests.
As luck would have it (no saving roll or jacket required!), a punch of rats come out of the rat holes as you turn round and your gorgon-gaze kicks in, no questions, this time. Harvesting rock rats like a veteran with help from dwarven hands, the pair of you do some bonding by huzzing rat bombs down on the ice below.
Crrrr-ackkk! Kerpow! And more gratuitous sound effects per the early Spiderman's I've been reading). The ice is no match for your ratzkrieg and it is soon fit only for cocktails and other poultry applications.
What you have uncovered is not immediately apparent because floating up from the depths of the box-shaft comes a wailing banshee! It rises quickly to a reggae beat as it moans and groans its most miserable lamentations at you.
-wail right back with a L2 SR on LK and CHR
-stick your fingers in your ears (L1 SRs on SPD and INT)
-give it an old fashioned look with your wig-wizardry (L1 SRs on WIZ and CON)
-slam the lid down sharpish (L2 SR on SPD)
-throw the dwarf down on top of the Siouxie (L2 SR STR)
-something completely different of your own devising
(Boy, I'm glad I don't have to write all this up as solo paragraphs!)