The sensation is a metaphorical prickle on the back of Cyclonus's neck, sort of like the feeling you get when someone is watching you intently. It's remote from his body, coming through the link with his avatar.

His red-eyed gaze snaps around to the nearest possible source, glaring over his spectacles at Rinzler. And what is this? Humanoid in size and shape, but whether human or mechanoid isn't immediately apparent.

What he definitely is, is rude.

"Excuse me," he snaps, voice coming out husky and with some generic mix of British and Middle Eastern accents.