The set of events were immediately disorienting, but Dr Grav was never at a loss as to what had happened. Another clue to E's powers were the tell of his fingers imitating a gun, so he knew that he was either to die a quick death or the small chance that something new could happen. Thankfully it was the latter.
So there it was then, E had sent the group somewhere entirely different. By the looks of things, Grav was upside down, and felt fairly squashed by his compatriots who now sat atop him. Squirming around, he managed to get a better look of his surroundings, squinting as is eyes adjusted to the relative darkness of the cramped room he found himself in. The walls weren't very well kept, the paint peeled and scuffed with cases and shelves mounted to it all around. Clambering out of the pile with the controlled use of his abilities, making those on top light enough for him to lift out, Wilson climbed to his feet and adjusted his mask.
Surmising that they were in some sort of utility closet, and using the information that Mr E had just given them, it didn't take long for him to realise where they were. A hot wash suddenly shot across the back of Wilson's neck as the situation dawned on him, and he made sure to stay quiet while two muffled voices could be faintly heard behind the door. Unfortunately the regenerating one became incredibly unhinged, jumping up and threatening them all.
"Oh, no no no" he said quietly, raising his hands both in protection and to calm down Vincent. Please calm down, I know this was surprising but I..."
He had no words, he could tell that this guy wasn't one for human interaction but he wasn't confident that he could help in any way. He then turned to the door, weary that they would very soon be discovered. The manic one then made an offhand comment about clown cars, and Wilson actually smirked, calming him slightly.
Grav then put on a slightly more commanding voice, nothing extreme, but different from what he usually presented himself as. "We're on a job... If you want to shoot someone then..." he told him, pointing one hand to the door where the hapless guards stood behind.
"Call me Dr Grav" he continued, looking at those around him as well. "Shall we..."