As Mary stated the obvious, Lucifer stared her down, uncertain why she felt the need to speak out loud what he had clearly been capable of reading.
"Yes, well I can bloody well read for myself can't I?" he asked, once again his anger misdirected. Instead all of his frustration with being trapped in space, his anger at being unable to leave combined with the fresh fury that his closest friend had now left him behind coalesced together. His eyes flashed red, and he was no longer paying attention to her or anyone else in the bar, rather looking for a way to channel that anger.
He ripped the table from where it was bolted on the floor and threw it, narrowly missing a couple who'd been staring at him. The release seemed to startle him back to the present, and suddenly he heard and saw people scrambling to get away while others were running at him. And out of the corner of his eye he saw Mary. If she had any doubt of who he was prior, it was probably stripped away now.