Lucifer decided to ignore the comment about him escaping from a box and moved to massage his brow, clearly not the happiest fallen angel at the moment. He was in a car, for one. A confining little vehicle when he, the Devil, could snap his fingers and be wherever he wanted with so much as a thought. And here he was riding along in a car. How humiliating. Secondly, of course, he was trapped in said car with a human who was asking him strange questions and making even stranger references. And now he had to try and figure out where the hell they were going.

"This is so pointless," he grumbled, massaging his brow and screwing up his eyes. "I'm stuck in a car with a barely functioning moron and they expect us to go cross country?" He sighed irritably and glanced to the map again, then back out the window. Oh.

"Drive. Just. Drive." He commanded suddenly, looking over to Max. "There has to be others, drive until we can follow someone."

That's right. Use your brain and cheat. What other way to win the race, Devil style?