A familiar sensation to Zetmit, the feeling of having a pair of eyes on him from somewhere he could not see. It's something he always had to risk feeling every time he crashed into someone's garbage. It didn't really matter that he saw a bunch of memory disks that he could attempt to snatch from this large man that could probably crush his skull with his bare hands, the chill sent up his spine made him look around for any visible signs of the stalker. He values shiny treasure, but he values his life more, and if he feels he's in immediate danger, he wouldn't risk it.