Except, whatever the opposite of that was, obviously.
John did no such thing as follow. Instead he flicked his cigarette butt away from himself (and it landed nowhere, because he wasn't going to be the first asshole to litter in this place, if he could disappear things instead) and then moved to light a new one.
"Show yourself around," he offered cheerfully. "And good luck finding food and lemonade, kiddo. Probably, it'll be harder than however you found the little bit of Hell you've got on you." It wasn't so hard to spot out, not by someone like Constantine, who lived almost exclusively in that world.