At one point Vincent only disliked the gorilla playing the part of boss in his fancy white suit, the only one that could truly rock the color white was obviously Vincent himself. No one else. But it was more than his usual dislike for people, just because they simply were humans, it was more. Because he felt like the man tried to make the whole group seem stupid in comparison of the gorilla himself. But Vincent didn't think he was stupid, if the others were that it was not something of his concern - but he could already pin point those he believed lacked something upstairs. And it annoyed him extremely much to be talked down to.
It was the beginning, the Like I told you before part that really ticked Vincent off. Because the huge gorilla hadn't said anything about the things he repeated afterwards. The only thing he had told them was that they "worked for Midnight Society now". Nothing more. And Vincent was sure of it, even though he had the look and attitude off someone that didn't pay attention or cared even the slightest he was a good listener. So when the gorilla just continued to act as if he already had told them everything about the mission and they were just so dumb that they hadn't realized it before Vincent leaned back with his arms folded, gnashing his teeth.
When the whole lecture was over he saw how someone flew up from their chair as the boss gorilla fired his finger gun once more, like he had done when the girl's head had blown up. Of course other's feared such a fate. But not Vincent. He knew that such a thing wouldn't be able to kill him, he would simply rise up later and walk out of the room afterwards. He had done it plenty of times before, but no head exploded. What happened after he got his by the "air" shoot was something he had never experienced before. He had no idea what was going on.
The only thing he understood was the fact that he lied all entangled with a whole bunch off humans, feeling their warmth. Their heartbeats, their breaths. Every single movement that was made. And he freaked out, throwing himself out of it, hitting the shelf on the wall, almost climbing up on it to get away from the human interaction while he was waving around his handguns at everyone. Both of them. The fact that they should stay quiet and be discrete was not something that reached his mind, he was simply too freaked out and furious at the moment, "What the hell is going on?! Okay, I'm so going to shoot someone for this! Who's to blame, eh? Speak up or I'm going to blow all your heads to pieces!"
He hadn't thought it, he hadn't shouted it. But he hadn't been whispering either. He had been angry, loud voice and movements that made things truly fall down from the shelves. Because this was not what he wanted, this was something he never wanted. It was simply too much for his poor mind to wrap itself around. The voices, the transportation, finding himself in some sort of human pile. No he was frantic at this point, so the fact that he alarmed people on the outside didn't even get to him. He just wanted to shoot something or someone for all of this. And if the Society really wanted them to be able to work together they would need another way of transportation, because this simply didn't work that well.