Nope. He hadn't been just having a bad day the day Kevin ran into him. He rolled his eyes (which probably didn't work as well like this) and rolled over to Nate.
"Sorry, dude, I think his mutation is having a stick up his ass," he snorted. He tilted his body so he could look up at his friend. "How far is fifty feet, again? I'm still getting used to the way Americans measure stuff." It wasn't like he had pockets for a calculator or anything.