"I've already been," he says, watching Daniel punch his way out of the vehicle, presumably to get away from him. "It didn't agree with me. I understand that's something of the point."

Hell didn't agree with anyone, never mind the Devil.

Lucifer reaches over to his own door and pushes it open; the impact wasn't on his side, so the frame wasn't bent so badly on it and the door is still functional. He stands, ignoring the throb of pain in his chest at the movement, from bruised ribs, maybe. He did hit the dashboard rather hard.

He walks around to Daniel's side, where he's trying to make his escape.

"I can't heal you again if you hurt yourself. Not for a while, anyway." See why he didn't want to tell Daniel his name? People always reacted this way. "Wouldn't it be easier just to get out on the other side?"